My Human Apology Poem by Justin Tallman

I'm sorry for the dirty house
inviting the roaches
tickling our laughter and starry eyes
with an irritating feather
enslaving our necks in submission
to the choking hands of
a blown fuse

I'm sorry for my blank eyes
staring your face down
but never really finding
that undiscovered smile
sleeping under a rock

that wondrous smile
that can repair a broken mirror

I'm sorry for my unmade bed
a soft stained waste land
I need it this way sometimes
to get lost in cotton dreams
dancing with the sheep
but never counting them

I'm sorry for my dry heart
it still pumps blood
but it's sandy
and cautious

I can't understand it sometimes
because it speaks in an numerical accent
counting the berries
and flowers I've picked
in my life

I'm sorry for the end of the day
parting
returning to our lives
clocking in and out
and longing for that thirst quenching taste
of magic

drinking under the shade
of an unrealistic rainbow
treating life
like a lemon