​WILD EDGE

Between sex

And death,

Cecilia chose

The latter

And that was

Always

the music

That played

At my heels.

Sex or death.

Sinner or saint.

No in between.

But can’t you

See?

It takes a lifetime

Of bad memory

To untangle our

Legs,

Smooth over

The edges,

And no amount

Of “I’m sorrys”

Will kill the story

“You’re forgiven”

has played

On my heart.