Autobiography

 

To be him, knowingly,
would be unbearable,
young and still with
your best days behind you.
but, of course, he is blessed
by knowing nothing
believing his own conceits
his cheap receipts.

I am not the avenging angel,
the tell-all, savage, quiet unblinking.
I could have been,
but I’m not.

 

 

 

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