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Then maybe it would mean something

E E Nisbet

Then maybe it would mean something:

If your sorry could un-scream,

vacuum spit-sprayed particles,

suck up fucks, threats and bullshit,

Un-drink, choke it back into the glass,

take back your money,

If your sorry could drag up

dregs of saline from blotted paper,

Sculpt it back into a tear or two

and roll them backwards up my face,

If your sorry could un-scar my skin,

build the sharpener back together,

Draw together the wet ravines of skin like a zip,

un-lift the flap of scab, un-open

the sealed-shut mouth of a silvering scar,

un-lick the wounds,

If my okay could un-crash those cars,

fuse together splintered glass, pull spines

Back into alignment, un-slip discs,

stitch back skin spread thin across tarmac,

unblock the roads,

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