In Reverse

I have no regrets

Just plenty of returns

And burning agents

Scrubbed floors with bleach

And swallowed when they told me not too

I started to write down all my regrets

But then I remembered I have no regrets

Except

The regrets I can’t remember

The regrets I don’t admit too

Or don’t name

Or choose to remember

Just plenty of returns

And exchanges

Even foul smells

So, I washed my skin

And I washed my clothes

Rubbed out the dirt

And rubbed out the blood

Regrettably, I wish to inform you  –

© 2026 David Greg Harth

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