opinion.
how could you be, moody merchant?
you, who have roses growing out of your neck
speaking of which, there is a house
i would like to buy.
it is the one across the way with
gables the color of blisters
that looks like a trailer.
it is where we might finally
meet halfway.
i only pretend to like
settling for less.
how could you be moody, merchant?
you, who could have anything you wanted.
i wish you would stick around
every once in a while.
but i am not attatched.
in fact i tell you so every day.
met with spaciness which i would like
to buy from you.
there is also something i would like
to tell you about my family.
there is only so much noise
i can take.
i do like, whenever possible
to avoid confrontation
so i am writing you a letter
which you may have noticed by now.
i mean to say goodbye, moody merchant
and don't expect me to
stop here again.
i am tired of prepaid answers.