Wednesday
Who am I
to
Interpret words
As if they were my own
As though understanding
came through osmosis
As though osmosis and I were one
Instead of through experienced
bloody tears
torturous and scrabble-fought
and biased and missed
Insistent on separating
Knowledge from Wisdom
As if I simply knew
Could tell one’s bite on my ass from the other’s
As if I could see through
All of the red and
Parse all the in-betweens
?
and then the worst
—
To foolhardily pass that on
diluted
In a game of telephone
