About Me

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Enjoying conversations in my head,
imagining details I would describe
about myself, vignettes more thought than said,
I don’t propose a forceful diatribe.
I don’t intend to lecture or declare,
but if this new acquaintance is to bloom,
then it requires sustenance and air.
I have to be perceived or leave the room.

I don’t know if I really want this guy.
I seem to be aboard to tell my life
to other than myself, that blog, this page.
I’d rather be an egotist than shy:
defying compromise, denying wife,
and unconcerned with how to act my age.

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