We speak s
l an
t e d
in rhythmic slurrss and stu tt ere d syl-ables
like the natives of some fabled isle
devoid of inhibition;
Our words s
l
and collide
d
e
delighted to have found
some common ground
but you don't fool me -
sharpening your bruised ego on my
diminished capacity.














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{Caught the tears with a paint brush and pen}
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I heard the door close
not slamming, but slinking shut
in an unfortunate and unhappy desire to be undetected
as if secrecy could lessen the pain....
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{Caught the tears with a paint brush and pen}
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