Sorry

by Christos Polydorou

20160528_174722.jpgAll my apologies,
they are made of leather.

But not a single
holy cow

was butchered,
sorry,

sacrificed,
to create them.

Take them.
Will you accept them?

For all the times,
I turned

on you? For all the times, I
stopped being kind,

diplomatic,
and sensitive,

and became as abrasive,
and opinionated,

as the twenty-seven year old!
Italian man shouting at a Greek-Cypriot man

AS HE IS COOKING
in a kitchen

in the past
which does not

exist
anymore.

So sorry,
to all my identities.

I was too defensive.
I became too protective

of what to me
was always holy:

the preparation,
the creation,

and the taking
of a meal.

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