Sweet Civility Poem by Julia Luber

I am always open, willing and ready, for a poem.
I might come off defensive, angry, sullen, in my own abstract state of mind,
but I am always ready for a poem, which I will have to call mine.
Perhaps I am just GAME: and it's the only 'free' thing I can do.
And there might not be too many consequences of feeling that by
writing and feeling and explaining and thinking and wondering
out loud that I am merely bothering you.

It's your choice to go on if you want to read more.
You can even gruffly mumble under your breath while you read this,
"What an emotional need for attention getting drama queen whorr! "
And I will NEVER know what you truly think of me. You can even
control your direct response to embellished forms of restrained civility.
It doesn't matter what you are really thinking. Just edit out all of the stinking,
anything that might insult and undermine me, and keep pumping out that sweet civility.