I was never taught it you see, and nor did I learn how to ask.
You could drive yourself mad. Saying sorry for every falling thing.
None of this has anything to do with me.
If it’s an apology you’re after I’ll apologize for the way the water ran clean and quick over the slate and into the cavity under the back porch and rotted the bedroom floor.
Sorry I cheated on the geography test.
Sorry I used plastic, gasoline, glitter.
And flew across this planet criss-cross.
Max Porter from All This Unreal Time
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