Half Hearted Apology by Dean Fields

ultraviolet and sage

cleansing  myself of you, i take my  /   time.   

i bow    /     slowly    down

to the ground.

with face  against concrete       /        i extend

one pallid arm   (stretched out raw   in summer air)

and

i push back the woes

               that keep me in this place.

i find ways 

to lay threadbare those thorns of necessity 

that leave me dangerously deprived.

i scorch and burn      /   in the sun   

and  i no longer care.

you

become

like a sunburn....