Oh, and Thank You for the Bail Money

I’m sorry about the gash
and that noise leading to the gash – also
I’m sorry about the heirloom dish I chipped
and the runcible spoon I bent with my mind

Apologies are in order
for that awkward text arriving too soon
on the heel of some senseless tragedy
that I forgot to ask you about

I regret now
my priorities concerning horses and carts
and pearls and swine – and for not
handing over your awl when asked
and the fire that styrofoam cooler made

I always assumed
there would be time later to sway you
with caramel apologies but right now

I’m very sorry
about your Buddha and the
desecrated holy water and the
weaponized dishwater and my shoulder
slumping away soft when firm was needed
and for that abrasion and the
abrupt transition marring
an otherwise decent
screenplay.