I just keep keeping quiet
knowing my perfect thoughts
will save me
It feels like home except
for the upkeep
Every
Single
Day
Wipe the slate clean
each and every body is perfect
The script is loose
I think
I’m improving
I’m sorry
I actually do not know
how to spell improv-ing
My apologies again
I absolutely do not know
how to stand here in great company
with the poets and the saints
without first saying
I don’t have to apologize
to anybody
