Asshole

Is this the first poem
you had to turn to to
see what kind of person
I’d be writing about
to see if you know him or
her by the shape of the ink
or maybe you know me or
you know of me and you think
I might describe someone
here you already know and
dislike and you can let me
catch the heat for telling
it like it is,       Asshole?

(I wrote this in 1990 for the benefit of a fellow teacher who always wanted me to speak MY mind, but never wanted to speak (what he said was) his).

This poem might not be the best way to begin sharing on this site, but … it does rather suggest the truth – that I’m a bit of an asshole. For whatever that’s worth. I don’t know you, but I love you for wanting to share minds. love, h

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