and now, a wee poem.

Nobody knows
it's nothing
a secret
like Saigon
and surgery
and the taste of rootbeer;
things no one can talk about
because they involve
more than just seeing
and a certain ingredient of
embarrassment.

And that makes it all
so gorgeous
unassailable
and specific to
the smile-and-don't-
say-anything situation;
that feeling that
comes from whispering,
secreting secrets
to nobody else
that nobody knows.

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