Text Message No. 6
(sorry i’m so skullheaded)
sorry
sorry that
i cannot be
but as hard as
rusted armour
that i can’t
be soft which
when i hold
your hand
your hand
in mine
please
excuse
this box’s
hard edges
and the fact
that you are
being bomb
arded by so
many like
minded
boxes
i’m so
sorry to
be such a
terror it’s
got to be
rotten
i’m
sorry
like an
arrow
in love
with a
target
- -
it did not
understand its
purpose or its
sharpness or the
fact that it had just
been sprung from the
bow of the aptest archer
and was it
ever elated
to see its
love so
fast
approaching
