PERFECT MARY

i found all the world within a sidewalk crack
so many soles walking over all sadness.

i apologize.

we all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be?

some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —

so what should they be?

 i walk within the golden light 

of forgiveness — for myself.

Would not wish to be you
with a gaping wound with salt;
they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?

When i am close to nirvana

i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.

:: 11.20.2020 ::