Bare your teeth, show your bones

It is dangerous to live a life ruled by subtext.

For one thing, you spend an inordinate amount of time thinking "Fuck, is she talking about ME?"

Call it occupational hazard or character quirk or paranoia, what have you, but do not call it benign. It's like living in a medieval Japanese royal court: a knot twisted means devotion, a knot tied means distrust, violet for the virginal and deep plum for the shamed. What do you say? What do you hear? You ask me why we don't speak the same language when we do, the symbols and meanings amuck in a crossword unsolveable. Nothing correlates but for the deepest wavelengths and who has the time de-riddle that riddle?

New Year's Resoltuion #9384985: speak plain, write poetry, breathe somewhere between the lines.

Yours,

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