Going on.
Phone Poem 3
Stop saying I'm scared
when I've only gotten over
the fear of being afraid
of running my face in a wall.
Stop playing evolutionary hangman
and say that I'm still hiding
from the monolith under it's very shadow.
Your teaching and my training
is complete. I can now
talk to no one but you.
Everyone else is an alphabet soup
being stirred too fast.
I can either talk to one woman
or no other. Ergo,
I'm eithera coward behind your legs.
or your champion in arms
by your making.
But you won't have both anymore.
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