Sunday, August 06, 2006

What it is ain't exactly clear

Lied To

Something's gone haywire.

It becomes most apparent around people,
in airports or classes or on supermaket
lines--the great disparate judgments of
insides by outsides, mostly yours on
yours added to theirs--as if yours were
not sufficiently your own, not sufficiently
point and counterpoint, like blades that
repel though smithed to clash and cross
and make a furious noise, a noise that
slides along the self-loathing of
avoidance, because you thought it would
be easier than this and you were wrong.

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