I wear my apologies on my left wrist,
because you’ll never be right–
–handed to me was the blame, for another.
I am your fault.
You won’t take the blame.
Not for any of it.
I wear my apologies on my left wrist.
I can’t remove them.
I’ll never be right.
Originally published @ vox poetica 6/7/13
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