honor

they’re the largest lies

ever told

these poems–

in third person

pronouns

entire existences

reduced

to she

or her

distanced–

as though

a poet

could watch

a soul

from above

if I’ve any honor

remaining

in these years

grown slender

I’ll never write

another

as such

7 Replies to “honor”

      1. Eh, I’ve been better. Having a tough few months but getting better I suppose. I hope you find your sign. Not knowing where you want to go is the worst. That’s been my last year or so…still is I guess. It’s good to see your work when you post it. Wonderful as ever. 😘

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          1. Thank you, honey. On both accounts. ❤️ I’m here too. I’m a good listener. I’m my user name @ gmail if you want.

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