I Think I Could
She asked,
“What could I have done
That would have made you stay?”
She saw your error and crime
and implicated herself
in your own devices.
She sought not
for an apology
but had sewn a reconciliation
from patches of guilt
and heartbreak.
Stained, but unacknowledged.
She heard that you cheated
and wondered what she did wrong.
And you wondered
nothing at all.
A Former Friend Said
“You must be fun
at parties.
You can hold my discomfort for me
like a purse
as I go take a piss.
Parties are not the time to
think
or remember.
I can’t block out the past
with your presence here.
Be more fun.
More cool;
Less aware.
Please wrap up your wound.
Your blood is dripping on the floor.
This is such a nice Oriental rug
that is being stained
by you.
I can’t hear the music as well
with the sound of your cries.
Please consider how your pain affects me.
For once.”
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