Going north

in truth I went because you conned

me into loving then left

I needed a job (a damned good reason)

far away from you in the Caribbean

or at least that’s what I’d like to say

in truth Whitehorse was the only place

that’d take this cub

besides I always wanted to go up

and so this is me

memoir

this is my memory of flight

my fall and flight fall and flight

I’m like a refugee persecuted

by you for my allegiance to

a sun God I tried to get close

more than once and each time

you melted my wings

then destroyed all the feathers

in the world so I couldn’t

try again you would have

demolished me too

but I ran

in truth what’s important

is I cannot can’t cant kant

stop loving you

I’m going to try

to forget you

and pretend I’m not sorry

though life’s not pointing

in the direction I thought