i am tired of the taste
of iron pyrite
lingering on my tongue
sins served cold for breakfast
the perpetual heartbreak diet menu
at the
you-did-this-to-me-cafe
for too long i have believed
if i loved you enough
it would soften your hardened heart
now i listen with new ears
to your angel hair justifIcations
spun glass eulogy words
and i know
no amount of cleansing rain
will return the giving soil beneath a person’s weary feet
once the earth has chosen to turn
to a mountain of stone