In whose home does shame reside?
In whose home
does shame
reside?
Shame is not a feather
that must
land somewhere,
vacillating
over your house
and then
mine.
But still
we watch,
making wind with arguments;
preventing where it
settles.
Thinking:
we can change
the outcome of
what has already happened
by directing
shame.
Thinking:
on whoever’s house it falls,
to them
lies the blame.
But here,
I tell you.
If it is not yours,
then
it is not mine.
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