refuse, or re-fuse, or, like,
draw a circle anyway, and recognize yourself.
refuse or accept––or just write me a damn check and be on your way, except,
oh yeah, I don't get paid, you do, right, and I like to keep it that way, it's so personal.
It's more tantalizing.
I try to receive, but sometimes it bounces right off me…. or I give something back, in return,
too speedily––
as if something were off balance in the universe suddenly, and it is up to me. . .
anyway,
I'm talking to three or four people at once and most of them are leaving the room. . .
they refuse to understand what I am talking about, or, they just don't care,
most likely.
It is like that sometimes.
I put on a blindfold and start talking. And when I wake up
the room is empty. Even the curtains are bored, hanging heavily,
staring at the world outside.
7-19-15
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