eat fruit & sin

​“What sins have you committed this year?”

​It was the opening line from a stranger at a work event. I never answered the question, but I did tell him I was stealing it for personal use.

​To celebrate being a sexy, single, sinner during the summer of 2026, I’m throwing a picnic party.

​You bring the fruit (and bevs of choice), I’ll bring the utensils.

​Your ticket for entry: a sin to confess. Whisper it to me, confide in a stranger, write a haiku and perform it for the entire park.

​Let’s run it back to the Garden of Eden, but get it right this time.