Wednesday, April 27, 2011

NaPoWriMo Poem #16



Regret is a lie
you tell yourself
it is easier to believe
that things
could have been different
if only

unlike revenge
is a dish best put into a plastic container
and carried around in a lunch bag
and forgotten in the bottom of a backpack
or behind the driver's seat
until it festers so
that you fear to pry the lid off
and whiff the vinegary remains
of what used to be
a simple tug of the heart
and so you toss it

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