I tried to take personal stock during the worst of the Me Too Movement
and think about my offences against women,
when I objectified or behaved badly
and went beyond the bounds of appropriate behavior.

When I uncovered an incident
I wrote it up as a U2 poem.
I came up with fourteen tales of bad behavior.
I’m sure there are others I blanked on
or cannot see through continued sexism.
I tried to look honestly at my behavior, though,
and address my errors where I could.

I don’t know if anyone reading the pieces
came to recognize that I knew I was wrong.
I don’t know if that came across.

It wouldn’t be good art
to say such things directly
but it’s not a good redemptive arc
if such things are left unsaid
so I guess I might have left redemption by the wayside
in favor of a better story.

I might now have another U2 piece to write.