| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| ALL APOLOGIES VI I'm sorry about last night. You were so beautiful, you stunned me silent, so witty, you struck me dumb. So lace-like your touch, all I could hear was my own blood pumping so your words were soon lost. So bright were your eyes, I was blinded to all else. So I'm sorry about last night and my flailing arms and my spilling the drinks and my fighting the waiter and my bleeding on your dad and my crippled/crushed cries outside your door so late into the night. I'm sorry for the howls and gushes and the forays into existential depression, and the complete breakdown I enacted. I'm sorry I was a clod. An imbecile. A freak. For otherwise, the evening was perfect. |