Weasels

There’s a note I just foundof indeterminate age
among my papers
that reads, "I’m sorry for what you heard.
I don’t remember saying it
but I’m sorry that you heard it."

That’s exactly the kind of weasley-ass
non-apology I’d give
in trying to avoid responsibility
as some bullshit excuse for something I totally did.

The handwriting checks out.
It’s definitely me.
Of course, to paraphrase myself,
I don’t remember writing the note
or the context in which it was written.
I’d guess college or high school
based on the kind of politics suggested
by what I’m saying.
It definitely sounds like me.

But who ever really knows
what kids are talking about these days
or those days
or some days
or something.

Anyhow,
if you’re waiting for an insincere note from me
about something I said a long time ago,
I’ve got it right here.

Will furnish on request.

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