Sorry

“Sorry,” I said.

“Stop apologizing!” she said

“If you had to go a day

without saying sorry,

I think your mind would blow.”

How right she was in guessing

“sorry” is a verbal tick,

quick to escape from unsuspecting lips,

to sooth the anticipated stings of social interaction.

Yet it singes after every use,

frazzling me, leaving me

raw, red, and angry.

Goddammit

I’m not fucking sorry

I want to be sober of it.

– chronic attempts at ingratiation

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