Deconstruction of the Modern Personal Dialogue
by Christine Adams Beckett
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.