so you think you can come back after all this time. like there
was no destruction. like it’s all easily forgiven. like
you weren’t an oil spill. like you didn’t set off a
chain of events. like I’m not still finding dead things
in your path. like I’m done combing the muck out from my
hair. like this was all okay. like you can come back and say
these things happen. like this was just an accident.
