I can't help but wonder
if it's still showing
off a little
to declare you don't
care about
craft anymore; to insist
you don't need
to cough up thesauruses
of spurious words,
let alone softball-
pitch a prosaic
slew of images right down the middle
to some huge rhetorical
stadium of radiant
hall-of-fame batters
just to further elucidate
the purity of whatever
purport it is you were going for—
which, up until a few stanzaic
distractions ago,
I could swear
was to tell someone
you know
that they matter.
