Serenity Prayer

Today am I tossing
out the rough
draft
of words which weren’t spoken
of memories that would defend
of wild mulberry where I hid

On sheer Thursday
will I shred all
evidence
of a building’s blind pitching
of fingers closely stitched
of book tossed beds where I laid

Count out the times
when I sober tried
to locate you
in the spotless wind
that ruffled
green lapped shingles

Now come I clear
to this place
to remove the stone
How keenly fixed I am
to erase
every last trace
of you.

written for 3 word wednesday: serenity locate, draft