using an old TV show, a Law & Order seen multiple times, as a pseudo lover, as a denial of my absolitary status which is only lonely
and
a) absolutely useless stupid cause who doesn’t know the tv is a lousy lover
b) driving autocorrect insane, she protesting, she, the female voice within me raucously denying that
I am definitely neither
absolitary
neither absolute nor solitary.
fine
instead I am only absolutely ready to give this poem away and go off solitary to meet my lover muses who are ready willing able to be refreshed by refreshing me with nary a spoken word
but those visions, notions, potions they plant within next to that female voice are absolitary wonderful