Mercy by Erik Norbie

 

There are stories

of animals leaving

home to die alone,

 

I say, because I don’t want to unravel you

like yarn.

 

And even though your muscles

are abandoning you

in that chair,

 

I am the one

terrified of living

in sin.

 

It’s not like that

 

you say

 

I’ll be the leaf, you be the wind.