278 days
i decide
they say it is as easy as
that
the grudged offence
each new day calls me like a mother rallying her children to dinner
seeking out a seat at my table
the perpetrator
no idea i begin with their words
actions
cupped in shallowed hands tossed across
the stone walkway
fingers wiping clean chore done for another day
fed to the morning birds
“the perpetrator”…I like that line / such a strong word
cupped in shallowed hands tossed across
the stone walkway