pretense of discernment
all poetry begins with presumption
should you expect anything different here?
I would not hold a full lung's air too long
would not bust a bronchial capillary
in the waiting for its novelty to find you
my preconception is that you get me
my scents of sandalwood and burned cedar
smoking off my ungenerous rolling bones
each night in the dicey flight to catch eyes
each rheumy sighting a spotlight on me
validating stares as none found in my mirror
yes, yes, yes, no need to agree on everything
my shadow already has that on employ
it follows me everywhere, the generic niceness
of compliance even when sun and day
have curled sidewalks in their closing grip
of hands' contracting reflexes
of keeping time to explain its mess
of squandered hours and no farther
into the telling expressions of understanding
it is such a misunderstood word, slippery
is at best the slope, understanding is a double
black diamond downhill careless championing
can-can-can-do attitudes are known to accidental
you into a good decision as swiftly
as a bad choice is unchosen, in revision
is it a history of when and how it's all written down
upbraided as if it is the same as having settled
scores of a game whose name we've now forgot?
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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