31 january

in a gasp i can feel the rise flare up fire profanity incensed spewing out disgust of course this is how it turns how it always ends why i would ever imagine hope wish for something else such a waste and then
just as easily sometimes
as if a breeze
all forgiven
willingness to try again
if we ate salad
if brought you a baking potato
tomorrow or we watched
gregory peck together in
to kill a mockingbird and i
tried not to recite it
all
but
knowing the wind changes
i would rather
instead
keep my head down