We would love to take credit for the fact we all share but then we wouldn’t, now would we? We would love to take credit for the indelible likeness of Marilyn Monroe and be to blame for all bad things. We would love to say sorry; be absolved.
We would love to say sorry and mean it, in the phone bill and the army telegram. We would love to bestow contentment unto yawl and a resign drawl shawled o’er each command. We would love to say sorry; be absolved.
We would love to release almost all our agents, and eventually the rest. We would love to whisper sorry in the ears of babes, render horrors pastoral; the chicken’s neck clean to the blade. We would love to say sorry; be forgave.
(Editor’s note: Ottawa poet Jeff Blackman is a federal employee)
