Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Dismissed (Poem 252)

She said: You can't
trust yourself to know
illness from health.
She said: Obviously, you 
must be wrong because 
you confuse me.
She said: The sky, now that 
you ask, is magenta, striped 
with lime. And burgundy.
She said: I cannot see
any reason why you should 
avoid consuming arsenic, 
bleach, or poison ivy.
She said: You are dismissed.

I agreed.