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Dogs 2017

SANS TURBAN
(8/26/17)

I see
the expectation
in your eyes

hear
the presumption
in your
voice

there's
a response

a question

that you need
from me

but my
telepathic ability
is apparently
underdeveloped

I have
nothing
for you

maybe
my shortcoming
is a genetic
flaw

or perhaps
I was never properly
educated
in the fine art
mind reading

I sense
that you perceive
my lack
of perception
as purposeful

intentional
to cause you
emotional
distress

you give
me
too much
credit

I am purely
ignorant

I do not
know
what you want

100 years
of schooling
could not prepare me
to satisfy
this need
of yours

consider me
a dolt

beyond
the possibility
of redemption

I shall never
be any better
at determining
your desires

I am
an ancient satellite
of stupidity
distantly orbiting
in isolation
about your gravitational
attractiveness

I understand
only the simplest
of radio signals

ones

zeros

dots

dashes

my communication
skills
are rudimentary

all
that I can do
is describe
the world
that I see
to you

in the most
basic
of terms

painting
pictures
in primary
colors

there

that confluence
of blue

yellow

in the upper
corner
is you

forever upon
the green
cusp
of my understanding