when luv and guilt collide

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.

 

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