Written for Sunday's Whirligig
It was the birthday
of resentments
each move
choking
eroding
no take backs
no open gates here
no sparks
no dazzling smile
for you
I pared
my love
to stumps
move on!
before
i remember
where
i hid the weapons
i
forgot
to
say
you
can
rot
for
all
i
care
