A Memory, The Spinning of a Body | Nonkilling 2 - How To Dress Well

No. I don’t think I want to know.

Don’t think I want to «settle out»

Don’t think I want it said aloud.

The f‌ire came way after the smoke;

Guilt came way before any debt.

How could I hurt you?

I ask you, if no one had entered the room

Then who closed the door?

Who watched?

With what eyes?

When I left,

The blue sky was beaming

This color gave me nothing:

Reciting a forgetting.

A memory,

The spinning of a body,

The wording of a question:

Reciting a forgetting.

How could I hurt you?

I ask you, if no one had entered the room

Then who closed the door?

Who watched?

With what eyes?

How could I hurt you?

I had to, to say I’m good enough for you.

Who closed what door?

Who acts?

Who decides?