Look 

at me, No

look at me,

across a pregnant

divide, across 

an unbreachable

chasm, and see

Is the shame

familiar? Is it 

the skeleton

to your narrative

a poem, asthmatic,

not epic, collecting,

building, an exhaustive,

repetitive refrain?

Look, see, 

a blink reaction 

remorse

but do not 

commit me 

to this farce.