My Apologies
June.2008

Does if offend you, does
it ruin me, to be this way-
inconsistently, like fire?
Does it matter if anything works at all (ever)
in such a very treacherous place as this, where
you and I aren’t ever the same?
I am sorry for you
And I am sorry for us
In all this existence-life
Moving continuing
feeling never gone but
never felt
I am sorry for you that
you must endure this time with
my apologies and I