“I don’t know.”
But I am not even so tired of the uncertainty.
I am more scared of my mouth’s shape
when I say those three words
[what a friend once called my perennial state],
and I think they hang ugly, always about to fall.
If it was just the two of us, plus a select few,
maybe it would be simpler. [Or so I say].
I would be more at ease with this cloud
of unknowing, this platform between trains.
[Maybe I would even stop saying between,
and just call it life.] Instead I reduce, reuse, repeat
the same old phrases, with that same old shrug.
All at once, I do not want my throwaway answer
to be the end of it–there is more to say–but then
I am tired of saying “I don’t know.” So maybe,
smiling, I will just say nothing, at least for now.
today’s string of words is part of the life: unmasked series, in which bloggers have a chance to be [more?] honest in their writing.