She Knows. They Know. Do I know?

-01.11.2023-

To my surprise and foreknowledge,

The she figure postdates her

End and fend and tend to send.

Yet no flour filled my field

With savory, serenely.

It tone dull; I tell my doll

Head, I’m tons of votes, but fold,

Loving she story while loathe

The plots for years of yore,

Embedded in every gaze

Throughout my growth to be sold.

Those plots acquaint with me I know so.

They don’t so, she said so.

So goes and ghosts

See how they mold.

For I don’t know, don’t know I know so.