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A New Axe: The Density of Forgiveness

The night birds hit the window and
I am both cursing and forgiving you
as I chop wood.

They light up in panic
flapping violently.

I swing
as hard as I know how,

‘I forgive you,
You fucking bitch.’


This will be fire
this next season
and I come prepared.

Posted 10/06/19
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