Forgiveness
When my glass slipped out of my hand
I watched in horror
Full of dread, if nothing else
Knowing what was to come
And before the first white splash
Marred a sweet-smelling rug
The records had already begun playing
The hum of resentment
Buzzing like a
thing I could also compare its sting to
Sting? No, now a dagger
Striking from a cowardly stance
As daggers do
And now watch as it
Pierces the heart
Spilling yet more precious fluid
And it wells from my eyes
As I curse the heavens that made me so weak
As to cry over so small a failing
Woe, trapped from below
Frozen in a purgatory of anticipation
Anticipation
Anticipation
Wrath
Anticipation
Anticipation
Then the glass shatters
And where the dagger pierced
Now I pat
Understanding at last
It’s only milk.