I write thee in remembrance
for fourscore years you kept me prisoner
and I held you in esteem
(purge the love / hate the sin)
like any love affair we only broke up
when I wiped the vaseline from the lens
distortion revealing her bent
a thin and lost emotion
buried like an apricot stone
in the pit of my stomach
where a wan tree grew
and nourished me toward
the sky
sometimes I am reminded
of the tight hold you had
like reigns on a horse will
cause them to drive ever forward
even when removed