I come out of the kitchen
and think about
everything I regret
That time with the guy
a name caller
that careless purchase
a paperweight.
I move into the living room
And think about
Everything I regret
That guy with the gun
could get me killed
the elder with a temper
much worse than mine
I sit at the computer
And think about
Everything I regret
shooting down my hair
making way for my
fingers. The tool at the bar
the one who said no and no
the cowardice that enveloped
after she did that thing
the time a friend left my eyes
don’t look at me anymore
the lie that was discovered
after coming home
the milk and the murder
and marrying
all made way for you.
Man With Skull Gun And Suitcase -- Fabrizio Cassetta
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