Octet Poem by Vikram Seth
Octet
You don't love me at all? O God. O Shit.
You still 'respect me.' Thanks. I value it
About as much as one who's asked to use
A second hat when he's in need of shoes.
Since, I discover, my own self-respect
Is quite enough to keep my spine erect
Why is it true my ample self-affection
Will not suffice to buoy me in rejection?
rejection could be devastating to others some treat it as relief
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4/22/2024 9:01:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
great message for human soul