“The wicked plots against the righteous and gnashes his teeth at him”
His sorry seems genuine–
familiar refrain that spins
you in circles: making love
to violent shove and vicious
squeeze, me hiding bruises
beneath my sleeves. And
now this note of apology, an
ink-cloud perfect to screen
the hiding octopus waiting
to grab from his camouflaged
lair some hapless crab.