a brand new way to say sorry
BY JESSICA POLI
What’s the line?
You can’t cross it, anyhow.
Bells and snow,
a church crying its love for—
its love for—
What Went Wrong.
A moss-grown sentiment.
You love someone
but can’t edge a toe into that black river.
Hooks leave their marks though,
don’t they.
Don’t they carry the blue dark.
Leave you there wondering what made you.
Evidence: your light
turning into different light.
You were waiting for something
but the waiting killed you.
If this applies, go forward.
Take the broken hands of any clock.
Build a new genesis.
