Uncomfortable Truths

How could it be
Otherwise
when your loud
uninformed opinions
so different from mine
rub everything
the wrong way
like fur brushed back hard
raising static sparks
which is Bad Enough
but
then
someone asks you
to play your clarinet and
slow warm caramel jazz
flows from your same mouth

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