“I know that as long as I live, nothing can justify me…”–Wislawa Szymborska<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
‘i lift myself in afternoon air,<\/p>\n
slow down and think about the wrongs,<\/p>\n
when I am trapped and caught in bones and sold, and no one demanded anything else of me.<\/p>\n
I could be the highest bidder,<\/p>\n
seen gold scatter and purchased, all the riches between the teeth,<\/p>\n
clenched my life and grew some more.<\/p>\n
I would be justified in all my wrong-doings, justified in the chaos,<\/p>\n
that split itself in my chest, where the heart used to be,<\/p>\n
a swarming ensued, wasps in the mind, clung and stung all the logic out of me.<\/p>\n
I whisper to the judge, cut and fuss about simple things,<\/p>\n
I also see you execute every faint, weak dream,<\/p>\n
if I could be so justified in all my actions and ask no questions and receive no answers,<\/p>\n
for the loose ends, untied and unwind me in the stale afternoon air,<\/p>\n
I am undone, and this was the cause, the last of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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