Too Much, Too Much

You’re willing – more than willing – to say why –

indeed you’re spilling with the impulse to regale –

but loving someone won’t admit of explanation –

itemizing pluses on a chart imparts a mere pale

simulacrum of the thing about which, well, you

might much better sing a nonsense song, not

long, but long enough to push you gently into

the availingly oblique: distract you from the task

of answering what is too much, too much to ask.

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