[2015 Tomaž Šalamun Prize finalist]
Apology
Another battering, brown
Grass. It’s hives, you see, not the sky
I want to talk about. Clean
Sleep. Sundown is a musing
Ruin, a tired gaze. Do you
Know it by any other name?
I am supremely content—
Though I despise board games
And Sunday afternoons.
Put on a decent face, I’d like to say
Some days. We’re all crushed
With longing. Last week,
I left the dog with someone
Who almost let him die. It didn’t matter
To her—his trench-deep eyes,
Four sturdy legs, a trodden heart
Endless with hope; all the
Little things that make you
You. One person in the world
Loved him, you see—made him
Less wretched, which is to say
Easier to maim without remorse.
Love is always a good cause
For injury.
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