I knew there was something strange about you
and it wasn't a red herring this time;
some things gave you away:
your red ribbons; your tidy home;
your tidy mind (but really you just
hid everything in the closets, didn't you?).
And you didn't recoil at Mr. Doe,
or beg to say that you lied,
or weep at the prospect of your true self
being exposed to the ignorant;
you just you always just
smiled.
2 comments:
this is probably one of my favorite poems that you've written.
you wouldn't happen to remember what this was about, would you? i will confess to being quite curious, if it's worth telling.
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