John Biscello

Had she done the right thing?

And by right thing

what or whose standards

was she applying

to measure the moral correctness

or lack thereof

of what she had done?

She had grown sick

and tired of considering

every angle and X-factor,

sick and tired

of a brain

hellbent on sabotage.

Self-forgiveness,

as a conceivable balm,

seemed faraway

and unreal,

but she would travel

whatever vagaries of distance

kept at bay

who she was,

from who she was

determined to become.

#25 from Untitled Film Poems

Image by Cindy Sherman