Don't say

I've often noted

how men have fetishized

my mind.

Which is fine, really

If it's the mind

You want

Less fine

I find

When you want it

up on your shelf

a collection piece

a statement piece

A piece

to speak

to the quality of your

acquisitions

as it were

were it not for

the fact that

that's me

all I am

all I have

I guess that

would be

could be 

fine.

Still, I go on

In the ever increasing

stillness and

un fullfilled ness of

my mind

ever spinning

winning

a race I've never run

or spun a 

tapestry at

gun

point

still . . .

Am I any better?

Is what I do

How I use

people to

get to 

get through my 

end?

I bend 

the rules of ethics I 

so religiously defend

so don't lend

me a pen

I'll write away your friends

your ends

matter not . . .

cannot contend

until my need to 

extend

my heavy

steady

burdened bend

so run, dear friend

fly and flee

don't ever

think of

thinking 

me

For all I am 

and all I'll be

is lonely 

only 

company

for women try

and women pray

to play or

stay an

other day

and if I 

couldn't 

shouldn't say

I love you

Just today.