It is hard to take the truth
delivered at point blank range
like a bullet ripping through
even harder to hold back defenses
boiling beneath the surface,
sharp-toothed and hungry.
in self-pity on the end of her blunt
lets me know I have spent too long
in the land of the deaf with all that ego
stuffed between my ears, that above all else,
I stopped listening and therefore stopped learning.
it is hard to take the truth.
Aleathia Drehmer 2009
Published by Counterexample Poetics 12/09