Intentions

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Shrug off the insult, but abhor the good intention.
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If I could,

I would transmute your apologies

 

And

Build a paper boat to sail away

Until my hull dissolved, and I sank

To the murky deep, anchored by

You're sorry.

 

Or:

Construct a ladder to climb halfway

To the moon, and, suffocating, fall

Back to Earth, set alight by

You're sorry

 

Or:

Cobble a coffin to make my bed

And sleep dreamless, become mulch

For the worms, to rest beneath

You're sorry.


Submitted: August 21, 2021

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