because I know I've been a bad, bad blogger. I'll write all the stupid reasons why tomorrow, including the company party I attended with a friend that involved an open bar. You can guess how that ended. For now, by way of apology, here is one fresh out of the oven. I'd say piping hot, but that's a little too reminiscent of "steaming turd" for my taste.

wrecking ball

i counted our relationship
as a series
of debits and credits,
each one part of a calculation
that determined
whether you owed me
or i owed you
more
or less

i kept a precise record
of right and wrong
lists upon lists of violations
codes
reminders to obtain payment
in full
until they overran me
and i no longer knew
how to decipher the letters and numbers
that would unlock the combination
to a perfect happiness
and it all came down
like a house
of cards

the meaningless scraps
of my ruined home

apologies arrive
a day late
and a dollar short
with my restitution
this poem