Sorry, Not Sorry

To compensate
for the obnoxious
of my flame
I attempt
to oversimplify

Oh dear!
Seems I’ve failed

(As a young woman, obnoxious was the word beaus used when breaking up with me. The poem says the rest. Art my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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