'Even if all we can do is say "I'm sorry" until it is as meaningless air.'

And to start, sorry. Sorry for
sitting down as you
took the fist from my mouth. Sorry for
God playing the piano during
your first dinner party; His fingers lemon wedges,
 no umbrella for the damper.
 So sorry- the funeral
shoes; untamed, the handful of stars,
the overcooked babies. I know
how true humanity does not really squeal. Sorry
for handing you fifty tiny pills;
one for each day of my
madness. I am so, so sorry for
licking each tiny seed as the Countdown
theme song hums, cracking the robin
eggs at our window.

I'm sorry for admitting
my loneliness, as if admitting my
pregnancy. The curve of my
motherhood is architectural, yet
you no longer touch me. You say
I am not lonely, but we are all simply
alone. I am sorry for being a survivor,
allowing someone else to take my heart and place
it on the washing line. Yet, you say, I do not
need it.

Author's Note

Listening to Fleetwood Mac. Talking to la fiance. Title is an Audrey Niffenger quote, Google her.

Soooooooooo. I haven't wrote in an awfully long time, so let's say this is an apology to the writing gods, too! The act of apologising and accepting such little petals of gratitude is a foreign and often odd concept to me. I mean, myself, I apologise (too much, i mean look at this poem) and forgive in almost bigger amounts. But the dense core of such act is a casual kiss upon the cheek, something like just friends. I don't know, but Audrey Niffenger summed up the majority's use of apologising, but honestly, I have some REAL sorry to be handing out like wedding invitations, and tying to lots of folk's necks. Not a mwah on the cheek, oh no, a fucking smooch. Basically, this poem is a small chunk of the apologies I'm trying to hand out.

Sorry for being so odd in how I speak, and if you were trying to decipher the kissing metaphor- o-meter... basically- more explosive and harder the kiss, the more apologetic I am. Holla, isn't my man lucky?

Ps. I'm sorry to my cat leo, for making him pose for the picture

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

np..any time

[Collect-Eye]

and a month later it's over
brilliant and brave poem though

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Very nice confession.. and beautiful write...