William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Shall I Tell You?

Being right is such a small, fleeting thing. I would rather be loved,

Or unnoticed, than looked up to, respected, and feared. It rained through the night —

Shall I tell you about my wet feet? — about her smile when I came in from the yard?

September 19, 2021

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