At this point it would be a valid jump in logic to say that Dana might be my only friend. Sometimes, I wonder. She has now swept the podium of guest submissions with her third installment in three days. Chalk it up to her insane passion for 100 words, people. Here we go:
you have become quite used to being talked at
in this strange and circular manner-
you must sort through terrible metaphors,
badly formed and hardly representative of a whole.
what I suppose this is
what it must be classified as
is a sort of apology, a mangled mea culpa.
you deserve complete sentences,
the kind with nouns and verbs and thoughts.
baby, I don’t have what you need.
I suppose it doesn’t help that the only inroads you are afforded
are disjointed/ unintelligible.
I suppose you must learn to embrace incoherency.
It's all i really have.