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Brave Words

(the first of a set of poems
the titles of which are taken

from a decal from a page of
“STICKERS” with “man of
the house affirmation
phrases” [my words]
in Stephen Colbert’s 

I Am America And So Can You)

I must tell you this
before you slip on
the parquet slathered
in butter and break
your entire ass:
Politics sucks!
It was the era when
politics sucked more than
usual. Summer in the South
when wasps and hornets
built their nests out your
bedroom window and you
were mesmerized by it all.
And that’s when the realization
occurs: we each bring some-
thing of (relative) relevance
to the table, should we de-
cide to arrive at it. And no
matter the number in attend-
ance at the table, each one-
on-one engagement that trans-
pires there is every bit as
unique as we each are.

[interlude: whilst several
poems are lost and some
of them are found again
and edits are actually
made, and, and...]

Yes. I know. I talk entirely
too much. I always have.
Too many words. Words and
words and words and words.
Thank you for not telling me
to shut up (this time). A
million times thank you.
Brave words, all.