"Deep Things," A Poetry Post

Don't write me deep things about
love and loss and
disappointments.

Give it to me straight.

Say that you spent long nights
crying about
things that
didn't matter
two nights
later.

Say that you almost got a
divorce.

Say that you spent all of
your money on
race horses.

Say that you drove your mother
insane with your
constant dissembling.

Say that you were a louse of all lice,
that you stole,
that you broke hearts,
that you hated,
that you loved the wrong way,
that you were a mess.

Say that.

Say that I can screw up all those things and still
be
somebody.

Remind me that I am human.

-T.D. James-Moss