bygones

I hope you

	find yourself at the bottom of a bottle of red wine
	look in the mirror and do not hate what you see
	swatch purple on your eyes without regard for others
	are haunted by morning memories of me
	try the spicy foods that used to scare you
	lick your stubborn glass plate clean
	bury your wounds in an unmarked grave
	confine yourself to only burning cities
	kiss the sky and then the ground again
	clean the gravel from your scraped up knees
 	lighten the load that lives on your shoulders
	know you are always the devil to me

Savannah S. Miller