Nothing More

I wonder if you’re
Cold right now, if you’re
Hitchhiking back to KC where they

Lost your clothes, hiding from the
Freezing rain, back up
I 70; and I wonder if in that

Room, when I told you
Everything in my power-
Everything in my power, wasn’t

Powerful enough, and
I’m so sorry-

But I wonder if in that
Room you had
Believed me, and if

Belief could keep you warm tonight or
A safe ride
I’m so sorry

So sorry.

This is the way we
Wash your feet and
Dress your wounds, so

Here’s a goodie bag and a
Footprint on your ass
Exit door like an emergency hatch

So sorry; but, at some point,
My hair curled in the mirror to points
My heroes have all died, and

I always could have tried harder
(If you only knew how hard I could try), but
My heroes have all died and

Never apologized

I meant every word I said
I meant it every time I said
You were disordered, not diseased

“He’s bent, not broken”;
Love as essential as water; and still,
We cut the tap and pat our backs and say

“Nothing more we could have done here.”
Nothing more
Nothing more.

So sorry.