I’ll leave this one untitled
August 4, 2014
I drained all the red life from my veins
to be more transparent with you.
The red turned blue on white
then black on pallid skin.
I never looked ahead at uncertainty;
I drank myself cerulean with regret.
Even now, in the absence of sound
blowing these embers around doesn’t matter,
even though I don’t know what’s next.
Dustpans of scorched bibles and billets-doux
and banging on chapel doors like a child
dressed in wedding clothes
can’t kindle what’s been pissed on.
A dog-eared page or two is all that’s left
I pray. I’m sorry for everything.
I hope your next chapter is more storied than ours.