Regret

while we were throwing planes into

impossible skies / our children were

watching the Andes melt

you said you wanted to take a ratchet

up the drive and clobber the first

passing pedestrian

i cried for the first time watching you

in the shower soaping your little body

clean of my scars

our children keep brooding about

suicide / throwing themselves into

the paths of endless moody trucks

you said “all this soap won’t help me

achieve the cleanliness of an eagle,

soaring into impossible skies

above the Andes” / i watched another

unshakeable lover come rebounding

up the drive

on the tube we couldn’t meet each

other’s eyes

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