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.