A Poetic Justification
A Poem

If it was always all about me
you would have left by now
still leaving and gripping doors
with white paws
The nails so elaborate
the obfuscation of wood against
new chemicals
and I stare at what I’ve held
then turned away
Taken to the bus stop
at so many different hours
all the different lights
re-casting imprints of steps
and kind explanations that
should have had some tears and
not only tears
Reaching the…