A Letter to The Them

Having to endure the vexations and frustrations
of incredulously fruitless plans and conversations
has brought me to the reluctant decision to accept
"pity[ing] this busy monster, manunkind,
not." *

I abhor circumstances and persons without fruition,
be they extrinsically tangible or intrinsicically motivating.
The irrevocability of your w a v e r i n g
attitudes
perpetuates a distance
between us that you Must acknowledge.

Should you be so ignorant as to wave a hand and up a chin, it should have to suffice
that we oughtn't waste energies navigating the choppy murkiness of
unsures
and
itakethatbacks.

Get a [grip] on , then get a [grip] on how you >--connect--< to others.
So far, the wiring is making the b u l bl i nk, and we're trying to read.

Next time I find myself in front of
spanakopita, I'll think of you.

*"[pity this busy monster, manunkind,]" is a poem from Edward Estlin Cummings's 1944 collection "1 X 1 [ONE TIMES ONE]."