Don’t tell me I’m not vibrant.
Among closeted tyrants,
I’m the least at home,
utterly unapologetic
and rather over-rehearsed.

Ambiguities, anomalies
cluster along the dialogue line
that runs between the several personalities
emerging from the data haze.
Amazing how we circulate, paraphrase.

I guess I’m not problematic enough
for certain tastes.
Like I don’t have enough
on my plate already.
We crave a heavier kind of love

to save us from our ghastly inner light,
but all we get is candied blight
and stomachaches.
I’ve been faking it since day one.
Or so I keep telling myself.

-r. miller

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s