Why do I ever hold a conversation with you without
first cutting out my tongue, why do I share my ideas
and impressions without consulting my list of forbid-
den subjects, how could I inform you of my recent
email message without acknowledging the date of
the original article; how COULD I refer to the tattoos
of a singer resembling those of notorious criminals
without placing all in context – I just give up, peace
is all I want, no more small talk, no remarks, never
comment on anything for fear of awakening your
self-righteous anger – and why not, since you are
perfect – see – I acknowledge it…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2011-02-24-why-you-are-perfect/
