She won’t, you know, talk about it.
She’ll discuss it, but facts seem slippery
and time more relative than usual.
Excuses morph slyly and although
her laughter is self-deprecating,
there is nothing very funny ever said.
And even though it is surely all about her “me”,
it is never about her at all. Not really.
So, in a way, I suppose, it is.
Thank you for reading The curious thing. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.
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