Realized

(that’s the word)

we spent a forever once
trying to find that—
because she word
accepts me
completely
in every way

she justifies
(makes right)
all things
that have happened
to have happened

she almost
(she does)
gives reason for them
cleansed for good
and only good

even now she butters her
beautiful biscuit
and suspends what she has to say
while I play this poeltry game of mine

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