I've gotten better
at secretly meaning
nothing. Letting on
reams of rote
implied and seeming
emotion, directed at what,
we don't know - but so real,
so felt, an abstract vividity
- there must be something
there concrete, correct? Something
deeper, or at least
specific, actual.
Well,
it
would seem
so, or should so
seem. Secretly,
though,
nope
nothing.
Nothing underneath
the fraught surface, just
another attempt at evocative
effect - and if so, well-done
right? or wrong,
I figure
at worst, at least,
at last, you wouldn't
have asked
how much it hurt
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