A flimsy page falls and finds rest below my left hand.
'Twould be unnecessary if I were less bland.
Dictionaries, with all their substance, enlighten my dulled mind.
Without one, in this conversation, I'd be quiet blind.
A woman speaks to me in strange words about past and current events,
And I find it sad I'm unfamiliar with the language she presents.
My index finger trails down a page over definitions known by many a sage.
However, it's impolite to keep company waiting long, so I should engage.
"I don't know about the Candy Desk; can you please explain?"
"It's where Republicans might get themselves a candy cane."
My eyebrows scrunch together, and my mouth forms a thin line.
Bias, despite knowledge is confusing when forming a baseline.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
