Apology
Use me, you say.
Only, the coat
doesn't wear
the man.
I'm no actress.
I could love you
without intermission:
but I'll never even try
to learn a script and I
have a habit of firebombing
wardrobes.
It gets messy,
staying in character
while sleeping, while
shoveling ash, while counting
tithes to your memory of self.