Monday, October 25, 2010


Oblivious of having
Teased the porcupine
To bristle

Baited you to
Throw your quills
I’m taken by surprise

Left mute,
Making myself small,
Fearing I will
Make things worse

With equal speed the flare subsides, leaving
Peace? Reunion? Grace?
Or just a blank page in this version of the past
Redacted by authority
As if it never happened

Nothing to regret, explain
But far from reassuring
Not knowing what I did to spring the trap
I worry that I’ll be ensnared again

Remember what they say:
Those who obliterate the past are doomed to re-enact it
I’d rather study, understand, and write a better future
co-author needed—perhaps you will apply…

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