We all need to absorb just one clue
To save ourselves from being totally clueless
But evidence need not be true
Rather, must be believable, I digress
Mop the mess
He punished her with love letters
With waving palms, obfuscation
Passive-aggressive misdirection
“I wasn’t fending you off, I was making you hold on”
Tighter, she did, on her own volition
By year 3 all the signs
Were led on like laugh track on television
It’s alarming but benign
Pavlovian response
In dire need of revision
When the house lights’ turned on
Vacated the stage
Pick up your litter
Since everybody got theirs
You may now exit the theater
Remaining there, with questions, itching unrest
Silent and alone in the failure to digest
In piecing the puzzling autoerotic nonsense
No proof, no token
Of this idiopathic experience
danDAman 