“Write what you know,”
my teacher said they say.
But what did I?
I didn’t know what I knew.
Tag Archives: knowing
Knowing, God, would
Really be good.
The way, or at least
the people to ask.
We have our conversations but never speak
How do you
so well know what
I will say and I,
your life before you live it,
you?
It’s better not to know
Though we bang the door for answers
and throttle the concierge
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