Illiterate. A poem.

Illiterate, that’s me
Unable to decipher
The signals
She’s sending

I’m not stand-offish
I’m just not sure
How to interpret
Italics, san serif and cursive

A woman is a novel
Written in filigree
So difficult to read
And yet all I truly need

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