I won’t apologize
for not being what you imagined
I am not sorry you are sad
it is the only way to get
to green grass and shelter–
to spring

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what you say
what you always say
never satisfied
hurting with you
sharing
what is mine is yours
and yours
is also mine
even the ugly
but let’s put
a bandaid on that
and some word salve

it was not accepted
anymore
this new kindness
she had learned
but she never felt guilty
about tossing handfuls into the air
like choice chocolates
generously
some were caught
and melted on waiting tongues
others trampled