The curious thing

She won’t, you know, talk about it.
She’ll discuss it true enough,
but then funny things happen:
facts get all slippery and slide off
into commentary and time becomes
even more relative than usual;
events give way to opinions
where some words grow too large
for their premise, while others shrink,
growing small and petty, floating
mysteriously in and out of focus,
morphing between excuses and sly,
self-deprecating laughs were nothing
is really very funny at all. And even
though it surely is all about her “me”,
it is never about her at all. Not really.
So, in a way, I suppose, it is.

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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.

The photograph was taken in Newport, Rhode Island at one of the great estates that pepper the place. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.

john

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4 responses to “The curious thing

  1. John, really thought this well done. >KB

  2. KB, thank you! It’s one of the tightest things I have written in a while.

  3. This is very true, facts put on the side, opinions, innuendos, assumptions are most commonly talked about adding fuel to the fire.

    • Thank you. Before I posted it I asked a friend to review it. I wanted to ensure that it did not seem that I was targeting a single person but raising the concept to a more universal nature: that we all have to be honest with ourselves and others.