You present with symptoms of naiveté . . .
A late-night phone call . . . texts . . .
an early-morning phone call
and, voila, you're seduced
by the immediacy of the overheard conversation
the immersive apparatus engaged
knocking the corners off the foundation . . .
But . . . But . . . But . . .
But what? . . .
But the symmetry is off . . .
Irrelevant . . . at this late date . . .
But why should the party of the first part party? . . .
A minimum of two, or three, or five? . . .
You're kidding, yes? . . .
Perhaps not . . . Perhaps the disingenuous
are hardwired for tolerance
or at least stick-to-itiveness . . .
Regardless, take a hike . . .
The evergreens, frosted, await your passing . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |