Bipolar

Unforgivable Sins

This time of year I lose friends. Hiking boot in mouth syndrome. Waning sun, social anxiety, plus perfectionism equals disaster.

Awkwardness overflows

I huff and I puff

and I blow

that friendship

down.

Big emotions

uncautious words

Bata-bing

Bata-Boom!

Apology notes

gifts

nada

cannot recover

from unforgivable sin.

Could I get a pass

once a year

so my loose lips

don’t sink our ship?

I did not

want to

hurt you.

It’s my gecko

tongue

time of year.

Splat!

-Rebecca Cuningham 10/17/20

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Red Leaved Maple Photo: Rebecca Cuningham