Winnowed and widowed
She said “You’re not that good.”
Every song sounds the same
Where was my love letter
Write a sweet note to yourself
She appeared differently
This time two of her selves
I said I don’t believe you
But also people lie anyway
To themselves first
Then to the rest of us
She was
Not impressed
A voice that told me so
An undeniable look
I sat down with her
At a table for lunch
And we shared a meal
And a story about herself
To herself
Voices outside our
Own heads can be
Just as lethal
Please don’t insert yourself
Without my permission
Into my life
Whatever your desires
Thank you for sharing
Honey on toast
Will end soon
Long distance
Makes a better choice
For us wherever
No need just
Winnow me
© GÄ
Poétique 