in between 

Sprinting between perspectives
keeps me agile
but wears at me in ways
lying still and lying
through gritted teeth
never could
Between maybe and shouldn’t
flows a misery
of anticipation forlorn

Anyway, I’m rarely torn
enough to make
a decisive incision
with any precision
to cut to the source
of crude words you spew forth
and let hang like loose threads
unwary of their marring effect

I used to rush to tuck them in
buying time to attend
to the mending
of the image rendered
for my amusement

But now I only secretly wish
I had the courage
to pull them and unravel
the flimsy rag
we have carelessly woven
with words unspoken
and token gestures
that can never atone
for the gaps in between


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