things she doesn’t ask...
are they things,
she doesn’t know to ask,
or
are they things
to which,
she does not want to know
the answers.
my not knowing the answer to this puzzle,
drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile,
accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,”
hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge,
but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question,
has a truer answer, that comes as well,
in question form.
Why do I,
or do I,
want to know?
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC
things she doesn’t ask...
are they things,
she doesn’t know to ask,
or
are they things
to which,
she does not want to know
the answers.
my not knowing the answer to this puzzle,
drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile,
accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,”
hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge,
but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question,
has a truer answer, that comes as well,
in question form.
Why do I,
or do I,
want to know?
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