As your father, I would say
learn from your mistakes.

As your mother, I would say
it happens to everyone.

As Adam, I would say
you think too much.

As Eve, I would say
I told you so.

As your friend, I would put my hand
on your shoulder. As your hand,

I would curl beneath your chin
while you thought.

As the floor, I would say
clean up the blood and move on.

As your eyes, I would close.

As the stain on the wall,
I would say I’m a black-winged angel

or an angry badger—and what
does this say about you?

published in Gargoyle