For Jacob

I'm pretty sure that every
thing I wish
I hadn't said 

is long forgot
by every
one

I'd said it to. 

Instead,
it spikes anew 
in sour juice
and voltage 
in my mind, 

each time 
the whole damn scene 

comes back,
and 
deepening in time. 

And so we forge in life 
the chains they'll pry from 
our inert remains, 

or else they won't.

Since they can't see
what each
misstep
was meant 

to be.