Say what you mean, but don’t make me
do the work to tear it apart
just to understand what’s under
it all: a language completely uncentered.
Its artificial: a text that can’t
be naturalized or understood,
with or without context, or
empathy or modifications.
It’s a wonder any of us
understand each other, through words
that create tensions; unity
only rises to release some of it.
Modify, edit, add, take away
what you will, yet red will
still be read to me and I will
withhold any meaningless interpretations.
Questions are all any of us has, in truth,
that and the urge to scratch our heads.