The earth doesn’t need
to forgive. She is
a systematic lover. She
does not hold on to
pieces of hair left on
pillow or store tokens of
past affections in safe

You are like
the earth. Simply turning,
swinging gravity around,
holding on as long as it
suits you. You do not
understand how humans
hurt. I am guilty of
regret and remorse
you will never know.

It is not your
fault. It is the nature
of your wrists, the moon
you were born under, the
way the universe pieced
you together.

I am not like the earth.
I am a woman. I continue
to care, to feel, to revel
in all your gifted oceans.
I see you as you spin and
do what you never could.
I forgive.