For shame.
You are everything
I have been afraid of.
Your distracted debit card is stolen,
your frantic misplaced wallet was right here,
you are red wine reckless with a date’s new sweater,
you are everywhichwayhereandthere.
You are everything
I have always been ashamed of.
And you
are
Wonderful.
If I can love
you,
how much more
shame
less
might
I
get to be.
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