I can hear the constant rotation of the tires smacking the pavement
The never-ending clicking of you turning off and on your brights
Doing your best to be respectful of other drivers
Yet, not with your daughter
Suggesting all people cannot handle honesty
stating "this is what I get for being honest"
As if I am just another "person" in your life
Its not honesty I cannot handle
Its the abruptness the crudeness and repetitiveness you spoke with
When speaking this new found honesty
The silence is deafening
Now I am upset you say
Now I am about to cry you comment
As if "how dare I"?!?
No, no I will not cry!
I feel nothing
I hurt no where
Just to prove you wrong
I will not sob
I will not whimper
This is about my favourite thing i have read on here for a long time. I admire the way it is constructed - allowing you to get at and get out what you need to get out. I cant claim to have read a lot of your work but from time to time i read you and i am glad i guess because you have figured out a way to speak.
The ever-presence of tension is unrelenting and brought by you in levels ....not really levels, just that its like we were walking and then from out of nowhere theres an iron fence barring the way- we change direction - that same iron fence. There is no escape and thats super thats awesome that little bit of leg room just to trap us again, so when i say theres admiration....
Thank you for sharing your plight/the availability of your work.