How Very “Me”
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How very slow
The puzzle assembles,
When the pieces aren’t all in the box.
The warped scavenger hunt;
Seeking elusive bits of “me.”
How blind, how blind, how blind
To trust my connubial protector.
And give him passage
To the secret grottoes
Of my heart, my mind, my person.
How very “me” of me.
Here, I share, with stark honesty, my life.