She asked me how I was.
Bad question to ask an introvert.
Long or short answer? …. Cacophony of words or mannered and pruned response…..
One has no punctuation,
grammar,
logic,
order,
and chronology.
It has no meter,
pause,
advance,
or retreat.
It has no introduction,
body,
or conclusion.
It has no theme,
context,
or background.
Coherency?
Unless your gifted with Aristotelian wisdom,
the Selflessness of Rumi,
and the prose of Khayam,
you’re not gonna’ understand a thing I am saying,
not that you’d want to anyway,
I probably sound like a freak unleashed.
Its semblance is of the schizophrenic….
on acid,
after snorting a line of Columbia’s finest,
on steroids,
fury unleashed without reservations……
Filters?
Fuck that measure of acceptability.
No holds barred,
zero fucks given,
balls to the wall,
pedal to the metal,
She’ll get my answer alright, my day has been full of questions, answers, thoughts, ponderings, meditations and struggles….voices
But then I thought,
Did she really mean it?
Did she really sincerely mean it when she asked how I was?
I guess I’m a liar because I replied “I’m well thanks”.
Truth is,
I wasn’t thankful,
I hated that she asked
and I wasn’t well.
She smiled and said “That’s good”,
and I continued the answer in my head.
-W.E.
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