Fool me. I am more than willing. Think me a fool. I am. Be the smart one, the intelligent one, the one who knows. Hold the clear advantage. Then, with your startling brilliance, use me to advance yourself, and manipulate me to accomplish your lofty aims and goals. When you are done, cast me aside, the dry husk of your ambition.
How cold, your gravestone. How bitter and lonely, your heirs. Blade of grass that I am, breeze through the leaves, song on the wind, fool me, yes, fool me, then fool me again.
the earth a fishbowl
against the glass
“They look so sad,” she said, “I’ll take it.”
Poems, Slightly Used, October 22, 2008
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