if I could just un-sting myself,
pull that little
vex out of my forehead
to see a bit
clearer..
but the obtuse remark
sits firmly into the night,
inhibits the words
that were meant to go out and off
so that they must be unveiled
tomorrow, instead --
and then tomorrow instead
will come
on Saturday
on your day
and then I will feel guilty
about feeling guilty
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