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Commentary
This poem is just poking fun at myself for what I described to a friend as my IBS. That’s irritable brain syndrome.
The Shirt
One of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever been given was the shirt I’m wearing in the background image. By giving it to me, my friend Sten-Erik said, “Your face gives away everything you’re thinking. And we still love you.”
Snee
I meant to come up with a nonsense word… something, anything other than what someone talking with me might assume I’d say at the end of that sentence. So, if you go look it up, don’t try to make sense of how it fits in the poem. That’s not the point. Rather, the point is “Hear me out, and don’t interrupt when you don’t know what I may say next!”
I have some friends who are spectacularly good listeners. See this poem I wrote about one of them: Silence, The Lingering Wisdom.