I never saw you. I
was an asshole. I didn’t see human suffering.
so much a
theologian, an animal, an aggressive underground.
no need in
apologies. it caused damage. too much reflection.
so untamed. so
tamed. so intricate—with subtlety as a delicacy. to unbolt—it would confuse, a
man needing so hard it hurts.
fight me. treat me
like shit. make me pay. call it redemption. it keeps popping up. how in hell
this fucking mirror? no cushion. too many ants. eating granite sociality.
I was watching. I saw
anti-eye-contact. so bold when it appears.
dear Lord, eat ash
remains, bring comfort to light.
some resolution
some curse while love is mighty.
a crescent moon, a
little Rita, some taste on his brains.
I never saw you. I
was an asshole. I didn’t see human suffering. I must explain—I never saw a
human, I saw a title, I took it for granted. so surprised so dead like all
people are numb.
by graven
unrestraint. by depth of restraint.
eyes ache from
seeing me. an inrush of panic, an inrush of fear, too much to feel it forever.
granny spoke to
it. I denied her claim. I do regret those words.
bright intuition,
a little late, some theologian.
upon a sunflower
into a scar, too much to carry. upon a songbird to whisper a complaint, by
sickness of the sickroom.
