is it
hyperbolic
if
my mind
only
deals
in
absolutes?

depending
on
which side
of the
polar
which side
of the
ache,

which role
i was
assigned
by the reader’s
unbidden
fantasy
a caricature
half drawn.

i deal
in
absolutes
because
anything between
can and will
be used
against me.

i am
a mirage
no
oasis
or place
of refuge
for any
but her,

a trick
of the
light,
the sun
refracted
through
greenhouse
gases,

a one-dimensional
stain
lacking depth
or signs
of emotional
growth spurts
a pastiche
tinted in woe.

in a
world
of
casual
indifference
i find
i care
way too
fucking much.