Wednesday, April 07, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Seven, Poem Seven

Past Third Fall

Go flog yourself every time 
they don't take your name in vein
with the heroes whose words
you mine morning noon night.
Take penance for sins nobody
even knows they possess. 
Write a real goddamn poem
in self-mutilated palm.

Show it to absolutely no one,
rely on mustard seed faith.