nutmeg

owe me nothing
and still I am owed
by you. so many folks
owe me an ouch or
any impact.
some daft gesture,
some small crater, is all i ask.
just a bit of permanence,
all across the river
between our bodies.

so if I gave you a hundred friends
and all I ask is kindness,
well, deliver;
elsewise I will eat your strangulation,
you know who is first, now,
and if not I'll say so: I can throw stones,
then turn around and meet them.
that is who I am.

not knowing, as you do not,
the size and shape of the cork in this
bottle, can I blame you?
yes, I blame you all.
yes, I can hate you.
O, I can hate you well.

my my my
my my my
O my