Tell me everything is normal,
that I have slowed as time
has accelerated change—
that there are people, out there,
trying to steal you away
with worry and fear,
trying to bait you
with their protection
like a coyote in a cage.
Tell me everything is normal,
that anything you say
can become criminal,
that all the double-entendres,
similes and metaphors,
all the poetic devices
may be held against you
someday. It was serious
in the fourth grade:
a love note to Denise
promising marriage
and devotion falling
into my parents’ hands—
a mortifying lecture
to be careful what I write.
drycrikjournal 
Yes, the poet always tells the truth, but there are those that can’t understand.
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