The September Surrender

I wanted to have something to show for myself,

but I was not yet sure what that would be,

should be

I had a yellowed conscience,

jaundiced,

disheveled,

and lately I wondered if she belonged to someone else,

they taught us her coordinates,

and I was certain her latitudes were just stitched in my innards,

with good reason,

and purpose,

but she seemed to be tearing at the seams,

she was in need of itching and scratching,

and etching,

and maybe if I chipped away at her,

and dissected her,

I could tell you all the things that went wrong,

That's what had gotten us here to begin with, 

her uneasiness with the ease of this all,

and at night,

I dreamt of the slow and steady rumble of the tsunami,

and that one day,

it might wash us all away,

if we were lucky,

the day after Tuesdays,

so we could join the rest of them,

and leave it at that