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Remember that day
my responses were limp
like a piece of lettuce
left on a schoolyard bench.
You were angry, claiming that
I say ‘guys’ like ‘guise’ although
I still don’t know how the hell you
can tell the difference.

You threatened to tell everyone
that I’m insane because I
said that there’s a message
-board on the internet where aliens
hang out. I just could not get you
to believe I was joking. Things got
heated, you threatened to glass me
screaming I’m Australian you know;
books got thrown, an ashtray
somehow, the whole thing was messy…

For weeks later I actually had to
convince a few people that I’m not
raving mad, that it’s just a case
of small things annoying me big-time.
The first initial of my name for instance,
it’s in the middle of the keyboard, it’s
hard to capitalize with one hand if I’m
drinking coffee… little things I should
probably let go.

But when you called me the anti- Clark
Kent , I just don’t know what to make
of that!? Are you calling me Lex?

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© Brentley 2011