and he hits you
then brings you flowers
or he just hits you
it’s not a story anymore
it’s a religion
and i choose not to believe
the earth will be consumed
yes
but not in my lifetime
the days will pass too quickly
and the reasons for leaving
will fade
and it’s always someone
a friend
an old lover
or a sister-in-law
and just beyond the brutality
are the sounds of children
playing in the street
the approaching scream of sirens
after a man i’ve never met
finds the brakes too late
and we call this autumn
and the sky is a brilliant blue
and without warmth
the sun is old beyond years
