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moden poetry |
| The way people want to read fiction; Take it away from him; He could be one of those characters; Would have been able to play off of it; Get into a fight and get the gossip people going; He resents it more, maybe. I don't know if he doesn't understand it. He likes his family; They couldn't say an undercurrent of brother and brother. I think he couldn't believe that they'd wanted that much out of him. I don't know how he came to terms with it; It's not as free form as separate; When other people have great ideas for you to live. That's why he's been so quiet. He thought he had a winner. You deliberate across events with each other. I couldn't believe they'd deny reality to that point; What‘s next; no way. How could you choose at times? You'd have to wonder about today; Is it any different out there today? End up with an afterwards Created in a mind. "The Way People Want to Read Fiction," poem sixteen of "Lettersongs," unpublished work © 2008, Lisa Page Weil. All rights reserved. |