public apologies

i’m sorry i cried all my makeup off in your car
i’m sorry if you really are secretly uncomfortable when i hug you
i’m sorry for taking a huge dump all over fast car
i’m sorry i sat silent in your presence and focused on my work
i’m sorry you met me on a blackout drunk asshole night
i’m sorry that i can’t hear well in bars
i’m sorry about sending you yet another pine tree poem
i’m sorry for constantly fantasizing about escape
i’m sorry the only escape i can find right now comes in a bottle

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Hi. I'm a poet. I was a playwright/producer before the pandemic. If you're wealthy and want to be a modern Medici, drop me a buck or two: paypal.me/ksnapreads

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