Monday, November 27, 2017

misunderstandings with the ideal reader

The way that you read my poems,
it's like
they were written to you,
which is an imposition at its best,
or quite daringly close
to it. A presumption, perhaps
at its most troublesome, which
- when proven true, will get up
and go, leaving you
with no further game
to pursue. And me,
I will write
another one.


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