I am not a good listener
when she says no
Twisting, turning, trying so hard
to be polite ohhhh
I must be mistaken, sure, yes, ok
until the sun rises on tangled hair and
deflated balloons and
whisker rash and
an urge to go home
Then the sun rises again
and she hears it true
No, no thank you
that won’t do
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you
Wow – this poem is powerful and poignant (and I can so relate). Very much enjoying the image series too! ?
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