HURT BY ERROL RUBENSTEIN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 104
Our life, in which I have offended, inflicted
damage to our pact, lies behind me—
shattered glass.
I have whispered secrets to strangers,
betrayed confidences, committed transgressions.
Like blood that
astonishes, inflicted hurt.
So, I have damaged you; you are a broken ear of corn.
Moments, minutes, hou…