I Was Wrong About So Much
About my brain, its wires glitching
like a jellyfish spriteflashing its apple-red tentacles
above my countless thunderclouds.About your eyes, not a savior’s eyes
but brown as blood. I was wrongabout the God I warped
into a weapon, a garrison.Wrong about love, too. I thought love
was my mother’s soprano tessiturascreaming. I thought love was
a violence. Verdi’s requiem, Dies Irae.You thought love
was love. New-millennium emo.