If You're Reading This, It's a Love Poem
She said she wanted
to reread my last haiku
though I'd written none.
Upon questioning,
it was a much longer poem
with a line she liked.
That brought out the truth:
she only listened as long
as one quick sentence,
her attention span
keeping her to think that she's
the better poet,
the very act of
an introduction
grounds for dismissal.
Now all I can do
is confess with the purest
of impunity,
safe from her wrath
almost from word number one
literally.
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