yarn

isn't it convenient
to fabricate the past
gnawing bits and pieces of what's expedient
together, and I don't remember,
when I saw you last
tell me what mattered,
when you weren't even there

figment of my imagination
(I am sure)
because I am psychologically inept
to fit to your standards, to try, to pretend
to let myself drown in your
selfish equivocation

you say I'm everything you are not.
call me a liar. I know what you're thinking.
call me a liar. you would anyway.

'yarn' JoSav 2005

What's it about? wool, isn't it obvious?

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