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it was everything I never wanted:
staccato on a page,
haltingly painful brevity
stopping just short
of feeling like a fuck-off


it made me wonder more.


so I proceeded,
carefully
tiptoeing through your mind field.
giving what I hoped to find,
with every sentence
still held breath


you would want more


sudden clarity erases doubts
as it dawns on me in your
passive impoliteness
with your gritty teeth
thank-you's:

that is everything I never wanted.