And the shiny blade
I am begging it
I am begging my memories and the rain
I would never beg you
What do you know about forgiveness?
Lip dripping and the blood
As a rain
Perhaps, welcomed, on the secret page
Where password never was given
Don’t remind me
Don’t ask me to put ‘please’ in my sentences
I cut out those ‘please’ with the bleeding blade
Eat oranges, one by one,
Blow out candles, and the black one too
Blow the wind from the source of your coolness
In your heart.
Don’t let her hear it!
Don’t! (without ‘please’) just – Don’t!
Sydney 15/June 2011