Ego.

Your words
are a ululation
where 'joke'
and 'jab'
are interchangeable.
I imagine
you think yourself
smoke,
so swift
and ghostly grey
that you slip through
my nascent understanding
like pale
and dead cold fingers.

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I credit inspiration for this poem to Jenna Butler, who is a poet based here in the Edmonton area. Only in my most wild and highly absurd dreams can I write like her.