GRAND SLAM
Can I ask you a question?
Didn’t you just?
My answer is given
Before context is.
I hit it,
Bang on,
Hammer to nail,
One swift swing.
I ask context,
Immediately regretting
My need to know more.
Perhaps knowing less
Is bliss,
A bliss not offered
Because I asked context
And you are all too eager
To share with me.
The convo ends
Because I need it to,
But like a fool
I pick it back up
On a trail.
My desire to clarify
My position,
Or rather hers,
Because her voice
Wasn’t heard.
It was placed into a box,
Labelled incorrectly.
I tell you how I see it
And you see it too.
You saw it too, right?
I ask you now,
You saw it too, right?
Can I ask you a question?
Didn’t I just?
The answer is given,
No context required
And I hit it
Out of the park,
With a point of the bat
Before the swing--
Grand slam.
Immediately regretting
My need to know it all.
You subscribe to
Less is more.
I don’t need context,
You assume,
And aren’t too eager
To share with me.