I might be a better husband,
if I were a better friend,
if I were a better worker.
Let's just pretend,
if I, say, were better,
how would I know,
or how would you,
my desire grasp.
You're limited too.
Intention's invisible,
but shame is not.
Your best guess at my psyche,
are Rorschach blots,
which me makes thankful today,
you're not my judge,
nor me yours,
because we're humans,
and don't know crap,
'cept awkward glances,
and slaps of hap.
--JM
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