I’m Sorry
I want you to know that I’m sorry that I ever said that you were a bitch.
I want you to know that I’m a bad judge of character
and if I called you a bitch, it just shows
that I don’t know what I’m talking about.
The fact that you tried to take my eye out with the heel of your shoe
doesn’t change my opinion in this matter one bit.
I just really don’t know what came over me,
even when you put the knife in my back
and I heard the angels
pounding splinters through the rings in my name.
By Staying Here
By staying here,
I have not exercised my right to claim the new dominion.
I have merely stayed as close to my chair
as the water stays to the air when there’s nothing to do.
By staying here,
what I think is the result of happenstance
turns out instead to be nothing more
than what I ordinarily see whenever I wake up sometimes
and realize that I’m still sleeping.
And by staying here, you see, if the leaves go away,
I can always go next door and ask Jill if she has any coffee.
By staying here, without even asking you for your benefits.
By staying here, unsubscribed,
naming roses. Unpackaged by blanketing hills.
Bio: Lee Stern lives in Los Angeles. So far over 140 published poems. Many on the internet. Thinks Milton Berle was a great man.