I could
apologize for writing all
these words, ones that I seem
to have picked from piles of trash,
heaps I found while walking this flat earth
giant stale stacks of others’ discarded stories,
beer bottles, cell phones, and smashed
light bulbs
I could
apologize for boring you
for being a purloining recycler,
of all those fetid finds, of all those relics
though I am certain I didn’t know what
my larcenies and other crimes were,
until after I committed them
I could
apologize for ALL my sins,
and beg for absolution, say I am simply sorry
for being born, for breathing and producing
carbon dioxide, though plants
have never complained
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
I could
apologize for writing all
these words, ones that I seem
to have picked from piles of trash,
heaps I found while walking this flat earth
giant stale stacks of others’ discarded stories,
beer bottles, cell phones, and smashed
light bulbs
I could
apologize for boring you
for being a purloining recycler,
of all those fetid finds, of all those relics
though I am certain I didn’t know what
my larcenies and other crimes were,
until after I committed them
I could
apologize for ALL my sins,
and beg for absolution, say I am simply sorry
for being born, for breathing and producing
carbon dioxide, though plants
have never complained
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