Poem #9

I do not speak subtext anymore
No longer do I wrangle with the entangled communication
If you have something to say, just say it

However unkind.
I promise not to mind more for your honesty

But don’t try to blind me with your offensive defensibility
The trick you stick with is the cruelest of slights
The slow trickle of truth from a sewn mouth
The barbed knife,

Insidious insinuation device

Regardless the work is all mine, to refuse to find the hidden messages
To change my ears and the way that I hear things
And what I take to heart.

A place of limited space must not have an open gate policy

I must finally learn that all must earn their time

For a kingdom of carefully crafted kindness