"Change Came To Me Like A Crooked Beast" - Clementine von Radics

That spring everything grew wild
and the rain came down like punishment.
You sat on the fire escape until
the ashtrays were snow drifts.
Change came ugly then.
Showed up alone with moldy suitcases
and too many demands, speaking the language
of hard looks and wine headaches.

The memories are hazy now.
Something about a girl
like a light at the end of the tunnel.
Something about panic in your chest
and a new scar on your thigh.
Something about an tearful phone call
on the overnight train back home.
What no one ever talks about
is how dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
with teeth.


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