Apology

You must understand I’ve broken many things
Life is DNA and accidents
Even my words are busted oars
If I knew what to say
I’d let you know

The snake talks in my ear
Knows which road to take
What to eat, who to trust
Says: equal the tipped loss
Our book lies open in the storm

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto