Harsh words
only hold meaning
when someone is listening.
I listen a lot.
Fostering frustration
and the heat
of anxiety,
when adjectives and verbs impale me.
I consider myself a noun.
Not the appropriate
inappropriate pronoun.
Nor a conjunction,
And.
Or.
But.
It’s important to me;
knowing where I stand.
Even if it puts me
in the corner
I expertly
painted myself into.
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