| MY SECRET LIFE So maybe after several years you say you know me. You've seen me come and go and you notice my habits. How I always have a pen, how I let my glasses get dusty until my eyes are nearly hidden. How I wear baggy clothes and shoes that need a shine, blow my nose too loud. I should tell you that I have a secret life. I like to watch cartoons and look at pictures of log houses, built back in the quiet and secluded trees. Did you know I have loved and kept it a secret? In fact, I denied it and boxed it away remembering Cyrano; imagined myself on some pockmarked battlefield. Dulce et decorum est…. It couldn’t be helped. Yet maybe you know me, you see I drive a pickup truck, I always have something to read: The Journal or Faulkner or Calvin & Hobbes. Did you know I sleep to the sound of water, that wind in the trees makes me dream? |
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