suffering which is code for love
does it help to think of them
as payment of a debt
you no longer recall incurring
what fun we must have had
I remember you once lustily
riding a dying apple tree
in a park near the lake the year
I cast the family adrift
or was it they who drove me
all the way to the thirteenth
century and a monk’s life for
whatever it took to be alone
as it was with our grandfather
leaving the old world behind
knowing he would never return
never be forgiven for going
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