sing a song of trepidation

of l e a v I n g

to know peace in forgetting—forging an angry bond

between memory and wish

believe me when i say—

noThing can be done

in the name of good will nor love

except

stepping on (sensitive) toes and messages that say

k(no)w one gets the real words being said—

an abstract way of holding-on

and shutting-down

holding hands with fake miracles fucking apologizes backstage

cramping my style like always while

waiting for you—yes you—to subside

into distant faint background noise