return, to the crime scene—
the clarity is muddled
it sacrifices itself in the palms of my eyes,
with sugar and bitters and sustained retrieval
I am left out in the universe
to endure and imbibe from the wounds
that seep simultaneously
with excuses
frozen,
untouched
atoned
I am a lamb/
soft-hearted
elegant
gentle
tolerant
surrendered
Notes of a Dirty Young Woman 