To compensate
for the obnoxious
exuberance
of my flame
I attempt
to oversimplify
Oh dear!
Seems I’ve failed
again…
(As a young woman, obnoxious was the word beaus used when breaking up with me. The poem says the rest. Art my own.)
To compensate
for the obnoxious
exuberance
of my flame
I attempt
to oversimplify
Oh dear!
Seems I’ve failed
again…
(As a young woman, obnoxious was the word beaus used when breaking up with me. The poem says the rest. Art my own.)