one oar in the water

i turn the page,

but first do a revision.

i change

the names to protect the guilty.

i cross

out, erase,

then add

and subtract whatever nonsense

i feel

is necessary to get the point across.

i make

me the good guy.

i'm wearing the white hat,

on the white horse.

i can hardly

say one good thing about her.

which isn't her

fault.

it's mine. but those are the words

i cross out.

i want to be in the best of light

when my

ship

comes in.

there it is now. a leaky row

boat

with one oar.