indian giver

false hope
a length of rope
take a moment
to gasp and choke
on the air
you pollute
with the
words you choose
slung from
the tip of
your tongue
while you linger
lurking
from a distance
hands still
blistered
and calloused
from clinging too
false hope
a length of rope
faith delivered
and revoked
that’s me
your indian giver”