There are apologies I am too
Claire Donato

The night you leave, I write tourist across my stomach with regard

to everything I’ve ever done. Later, I read cities could conserve by


shutting off their lights. There are apologies I am too

close to understand. How I pass my days? Try to go to sleep. No


room can numb someone with blue across her back.

Or, replace everything that’s lost. You have to pass the time.