sorry
i left
your
BBQ
early.
sorry,
pressure and confusion and distance
made
me not
ride out
the BBQ horse.
sorry,
i said
in the beer can and carrier bag kitchen.
sorry
i said in the deserted dark front room
curtains still drawn from the night before.
sorry
i said
waiting for
a cab.
back in the day
in a different garden
i would have rode it to the bitter
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