You bring me gifts

from far off places

where I have never traveled.

You sing me songs

in languages

I do not understand.

All these things

shine a light

upon my crapulence.

I am a sinner,

and you are my sin.

To take

from which I never gave,

to reap

from which

I have never sewn,

to reside

in the comforts

of another’s labor

is a gift,

or a curse.

Either way,

a debt I cannot repay.

You say

that I will never ow you anything,

but I

owe you

my entire world.



DJR – 2023

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