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I now can change every you to I & I to you

Mike Brennan

I now can change every you to I & I to you
& what’s eating me is stuck on the end of your fork
& I won’t let the past drop onto my plate
Even if four of my five fingers
Point back at who is truly to blame
& while I dribble & chew
I won’t ask for forgiveness for what
I can’t correctly direct but I’ll take
A photograph of the reasons why I
Should wear a bib while
Passing judgments & chewing
Myself out for not changing into
The magnificent costume you laid out on the bed
Where I couldn’t get it up & often refused sex &
Ignorantly took all your impressionist prints
Off the walls I rented to support us
When all we had was
A sleeping bag, two cats & food stamps
& an extended adopted family because your
Biological clan was a whisper of
Untimely death & religious tongue twisters
& it was a Revelation when
I learned you laid Genesis
& I wonder if it was before or after
The electricity was turned off that I came to believe
I did everything I could to hang on to our dreams
But I just anesthetized myself straight up with tonic & torment
& even though you walked away
Right when I thought I could find a path back
To normality-                    It just wouldn’t be-
& while you worked retail
& stole & sold clothes to travel across Europe
I was comatose in a snow bank
With a specter of a kiss & a wrecked watch slapped across my wrist
While you found another man to put a
A shinier ring on your finger
But I knew that you would always remember
How I solely provided appalling nights of gin & terror
& all the pathetic alibis for my misanthropic mind
& now all I can do is write down
My countless mistakes I ultimately know
My pencils can never erase.

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