
Then maybe it would mean something by E E Nisbet | One Poem Only
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Then maybe it would mean something
E E Nisbet
Then maybe it would mean something:
If your sorry could un-scream,
vacuum spit-sprayed particles,
suck up fucks, threats and bullshit,
Un-drink, choke it back into the glass,
take back your money,
If your sorry could drag up
dregs of saline from blotted paper,
Sculpt it back into a tear or two
and roll them backwards up my face,
If your sorry could un-scar my skin,
build the sharpener back together,
Draw together the wet ravines of skin like a zip,
un-lift the flap of…
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