i label the story
and stick it away
in a drawer
only to discover
the destruction
occurred precisely
as i labeled it
a foul story it was
perhaps i hid the truth
of all the impending
carnage, the logical
dead-ended fetid
rotten story-
from Love,
Love won me over that day
perhaps i hid the truth
deep inside
like a fractured foe
wanting to pretend
evermore, even though
or, perhaps i stuck
it away knowing
i would need to read
that tragic story and its
ill-fated logical conclusion
very soon, once again.
a trajectory set in print
that showed no remorse
or relent, i saw the course
of no repent, so i said
“what the hell”
and chose to forget.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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