What we were, we remain for the people we have hurt.
We never change, never grow old, never die.
In my 20’s and 30’s, I was always in an ecstasy or a rage.
Nothing in between but the silence of a monk
self immolated, flames where my lips were meant to be.
Tongue either raw or a burnt offering.
If you knew me thirty years ago and still wish that I were dead
forgive me first.
That is what I’m asking for.