Mercy

  

Mercy

The sun hits me in my eyes 
on the way home from my appointment
you beside me driving home 

The sun hurts my eyes and my head 
and I snap at you and worry about
what I don’t know

You offer me pineapple out of your open hand
and I could cry with my eyes closed
against the merciless light of the sun

How easily I forget 
what I do know

How quickly I am offered 
another chance to remember 

You 
you 
you

— olivia gwyn