i can forgive you.

i've noticed things get broken in your home.
(usually at the kitchen table)
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
it's not my hands or yours,
it wasn't the girls,
with their curious hands,
or the gravity of the planet.
it wasn't anything or anybody.

i've noticed we're selfish,
it's something we've always had in common.
we steal, we lie, we look down at others
from our undeserved towers.
i'm not selfish with my forgiveness.
i like forgiving people.
it means they owe me something later.

let's put all our treasures together
-journals, ink pens,a deck of cards, empty liqour bottles-
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink.
may whatever breaks
be worn down by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
so many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway.