An unkindness of ravens stalks you
with forked-tongue misdirection
pulling labels, stalling the machine . . .
You fear for your inertness,
intimidated and defensive . . .
the question, How Should A Person Be?
drops with forged watercolors . . .
And now word salad is being served
as placation . . . but the bigger story . . .
yes, the bigger story . . .
Abecedarian assemblages are no exception
with beauty the answer
and not just that . . .
so thoroughly disrupting
the urge to impose,
through a sense of your evolving self
despite the irrepressible narrative . . .
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| Sheila Heti |