he says, “guilt knows no building place”
she responds “his legs have been broken
a crippled sailor put on land to pull a cart
full uv letters from women who sailed with him-
where did ur luv letters go?
i threw them out when i found how low
it was to crave a womans touch, now my children
are a fistful uv regret, starving stars
fish out uv water,
and i am dirty,
can u please wash me?
she asks kindly.