The Abused

And, see, I can see myself,
She says, with pigtails in my hair,
She says, and the door, and my
Innocence contracting...

Trampled, and no cerebral diversion
To a field, salubrious, or a moon,
Inspiring, and see, I say, like this,
Check my hubris, I'll make the plan,

I say, and you, type of prescience,
Thinking, well, easy for you! And, me,
Baby, scattered, battered, believe me,
Now more cheerful, better, moonbeams,

Ha, and I'll lay out the plan, pragmatic,
Yes, but better, honest, "For you," for
You too, that everything facilitates, and
Be most thankful for the bad, exacerbating

Sense of compassion, sympathetic capacity,
Especially, though, humor too, faith, and yeah,
I'm beautifully troubled now, and in, of course,
A rather weird way (how else?) I love you!

Copyright © 2001 Kemal Faruquee

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