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Fiction

I write poems, not people,

 

And in them we all move so gracefully.

 

I diagnose myself freely with the

fluidity of tongue that can only serve to

mask motives.

 

no love is sloppy

 

Besides, it is heartbreak that is the most poetic, and I, after all,

write poems.

(poetry dictates artistry, ensures emotions, grants form, prevents freedom)

 

Even myself I work over into prose,

selecting words carefully,

double meanings,

hiding secrets within stanzas and passing them off as purposeful.

 

I am no riddle.

 

I am a poem like the rest of you,

terrified to be messy and avoiding interpretation.

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Aug 6, 2014
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