Squall

Dear poem — reluctant bitter poem
of the pock-marked face: you,

the one who will utter the undeclared IT —
I am waiting.

I pledge welcome
no matter your message

— though you shame me,
though you fail me, even though

you hide yourself for decades — deep
within the dun canopic vessel of regret.

I am waiting to reveal myself — brave,
savage poem.

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Squaw Valley Review, 2003

Squall

billiedee

Joined October 2008

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