Bury Your Fucking Secrets

“Couldn’t be more obvious”
She scribbled on a note
previously used for something better.
Everybody knows
and it’s all or nothing now
so head first is the way to go.
Apparently, though,
the way to go is too shallow,
at least before high tide
on a clear, uncluttered afternoon.

“Subtlety’s for suckers”
She thought
And who’da thunk a shy kid like she
would be so explicit?
Is it a phase?
Those teen-age drama days
when the sun’s rays
made her shade her eyes but
set her spectral hair ablaze?

“Exactly what was it I was saying again?”
She said in her head
as she drug the pen.
The words that twist round my tongue and then
bend, transcend your average blend
of syllables and rhyme. and I’m
not certain where I’m going with any of this
but I’m pretty sure I’ll get there
and obviously
you just couldn’t care