I bushwhacked myself by sending a text
even I know I should never have sent
after having abandoned the crazy idea
of sending her cards for her birthday
knowing too that if she hated the card
I brought to the bar that night
how much worse would three cards be
even though this time
it really was her
birthday not mine
what harm could a simple two-word text produce
a gesture of
friendship
a shot in the dark
desperate still to
rekindle a flame
we both know can't be reignited
without exploding like a badly made firework
I should have known and certainly know now
how potent even two words can be
as I feel the
backlash across my back
leaving welts across my memory
that won't heal soon
too bloody response I think
for two simple words
though words can be as deadly as bullets
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