On Repeat

My hands are folded –

Crying familiar tears,
Suppressing old thoughts,
Watching myself throw in the towel

All of my regrets look like you:

Cheap hugs,
False laughter,
Befuddled advice.

My eyes are closed –
Searching for relief among the wreckage,
Giving way to muffled sighs,
Writing the same sad plot over and over



One, Two, Three…

There is a knot in my stomach
for all of the people I’ve let go.

One by one,
with my unforgiveness,
they move in a single-file line…

Two for jealousy,
Three for bigotry.

A file-cabinet labeled Shame
holds all my regrets.