THREE AND SIX AND FIVE

I’m sorry if I could not hide my anguish but I’ve always believed that you had to be honest in order to write right. Understand that it took this long before I could write about that.

(Maybe you don’t deserve this backlash from me, and maybe you don’t deserve my kindness either. Don’t you understand how much I have to forgive and pretend to forget each time I try to start a decent conversation— but, no, no, no, you’re the hurt one, the sad one, the absolute victim and you’ll reel everyone in with the sad sorcery of your words and I’m the evil one, your tower of doom (ha!). Maybe it’s not the right time (maybe, Prufrock, there will never be time), but until then you can keep taking your half-dressed lies over the naked truth, and pray with your entire body that people believe you. “I’m a liar but I don’t lie to you,” remember? Well, good luck, mister. Let’s tip hats and part ways; it’s the final fork in the road.)

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