April 12: a damage poem
This item comes to
As is –
All damage was
Slight flaws to be expected
Handle with care
April 13: A confession poem
I have hoarded, stolen, and been beholden.
I have coveted, copied, and copped out.
I have stayed solitary, silently
Holding back that which is still inside.
So cover your ears, steady your heart
Here comes the works,
Whether you want it or not.
Or not –
Maybe, just sit here beside me.