True, my love,
you came and went,
but I felt your eyes
linger as they crushed
my bones and
made me a mistake.

You are despair,
you lack originality,
but I forgive and
never forget,
and your heart’s rebellion
has made a difference.

Calm the ocean
with your Alaskan stare
and make mud pies
of the men who stomp
upon your holy ground.

Nothing
is sacred anymore.