January 2018

The night unflexes the collapsed baton of the mother confessor

The night unflexes the collapsed baton of the mother confessor
There’s the wordless tell-all of everything from 30 years ago
Every sin every crime every faux-pas misdemeanor
Completely unheard and unforgiven
Unless
You manage to be your own merciful one
Explain it as stupid youth
And, listening to the clicking of a radiator,
Find a hallway that leads to sleep

January 17, 2018
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