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.)


Try to hide this longing
but am as obstreperous
as a Blue Jay proclaiming presence.

Please know, that behind
awkwardness is a heart true
purity of intent incognito.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own. As a child and into my dating years, I was called obnoxious. Now that connecting with others is limited, I am once again aware of how this over exuberant side of myself emerges from time to time.)