when you asked me how i was doing, was that some kind of joke?
if you are asking
of your own volition
with more than a
honeycomb of intrigue
i suppose i could
give you the top ten
reasons for why
i've been feeling this way
and let the other thirty
stir in dirty bath water
'till the towel's been
handed to me
as i step out pruned
and shivering
if you are wondering
why i refuse to meet
you in the eyes
just look up at the sky
catching a flash of lightning
is the only way to be struck
by the promise of thunder
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