it strains all credulity you said
in the middle of the day
that you find unbelievable
whatever's in your way
why shouldnt it be believed.
I walked away.
I thought about many things that day.
how much there seems in this world
an endless correction of our thoughts and feelings
as though we had somehow fallen afoul
of ever possibly saying something right out loud
to please whoever is halfway listening
ready to pounce on even an ounce
of observation.
oh surely on no stage at all
would anyone consent to play
this part
of a battered heart.
isn't that always the prologue to the dissonant music
or closing the matinee down
mary angela douglas 12 november 2022;11 february 2023
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