We should bury our assumptions.
I’m talking full-scale, full regalia funeral …
teak wood coffin, hand carved with the faces
of the fallen; those who did not measure up
to pre-planned notions
in our dramas.
Mute assumptions lurk behind our words,
always introduced, after the party is over.
Here is the guillotine line:
“I thought YOU, of all people,
would know THAT, about ME!!
So the head of that constitute is
lobbed into the basket
labeled, X’s.
Oh the life and times of illusive agenda’s,
unfulfilled expectations, assumptions!
The funeral is tomorrow
9 A.M.
