• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 01
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to forgive (v.)

I think of the act
of forgiving

as a part-time job.
It comes in bouts

and pays you
in good karma.

It tastes like
an antacid, cures

heartburn, and mends

You and I
gather our apologies
and safeguard them

in a storage locker –
a task so remiss

that it leaves no aftertaste.