I must seek forgiveness elsewhere,
or so this ceiling speaks,
as I spoke to it several nights ago,
clearly and immensely,
ready to choke on my own self-importance.
As I deny this memory,
my memory denies me the sweetness of yesterday
or of a decade ago.
In a different country, I look up at the same ceiling,
consistently,
unforgivingly.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
I must seek forgiveness elsewhere,
or so this ceiling speaks,
as I spoke to it several nights ago,
clearly and immensely,
ready to choke on my own self-importance.
As I deny this memory,
my memory denies me the sweetness of yesterday
or of a decade ago.
In a different country, I look up at the same ceiling,
consistently,
unforgivingly.
