i can say “thanks for nothing”
and i know it's sharp
and i know it can hit that street
where fidelity and incest point and meet
but there are lies,
even in that truth
and in myself
-i believe
Truth is grown in Trees
and it's not a matter of wilted leaves
but smothering fine greens
with poison ivy
i would really need to
thank you for the
less then nothing you gave