desPitE ,
oR becAuSe oF ,
mY broKeN LeG –
I aM LoSinG friEndS
bY thE minUTe ,
oR shouLD thaT bE
bY thE yarD ?
iT iS noT mY proBLeM ;
theiR priDe cLasheS
wiTH mY honEstY
anD theY floUnDeR oN thE hoRnS
oF tHeiR hoMe-maDe vaiNgloRiOUsNeSS .
tHeiR suBseQuenT diSenGaGemenT
iS mY saDneSS . I caN dO noThinG
eXcePt peRhaPs ;
groW larGeR eaRs
a smaLLeR mouTh ,
anD weaR aN asHtraY oN mY heaD .
theSe beiNgS thaT fLee
fiLL mE witH a vOiD –
I neVeR deFineD friEnDshiP
aS haVinG tO coNdoNe duPLiCitY ,
theiR vOraCitY ,
foR unDyinG aLLeGiaNcE ,
stAndS aT oDDs
witH mY senSe oF comPaSSioN
anD thE scReAmiNG nEEd foR unDerStaNdiNg …
mY pLanE iS aLWaYs LaNDinG oN a ruNaWaY –
I LosE friENdS ,
LiKe OTheRs LosE thEiR heaDs .
