II.

7 January 2024

of course that's how i imagine it.

i have clay across my mouth and my cheekbones.
it sticks in my eyelashes and ties them together.
i speak softly around the weight on my tongue
bitter with iron.

i did not build this. of course i did not build this.
of course I did not tear it down.
what I said was: please, and:
im sorry, and:
this is of course my fault, from the wreckage to even the first laid brick, of course I should have seen, I shoulder this weight

well it burned nonetheless