comes only when we are tired, only, and not when we are rich and laying around the pool, only after work and with bandaged fingers and crooked backs carrying the ladders for everyone drinking the top shelf and making lean, quiet jokes;
rolling up our sleeves and breaking the rocks and breaking the rocks on which we build our history only to have it changed at the last minute, to have it reworked and twisted into everything we did wrong, only if we were smarter, only if we had the good family, only to return back to the world to start over
being changed only and not being rich or smart or handsome with something to say all the time and not having a mouthful of gravel or the patched skin or wandering eye and the trouble and the pain; only to be like the others, only slightly better and ready to leave this little town, ready to beat everyone ready to be handed everything only to have it taken away again
o absolution, we're waiting for you
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