If offense crawls out of your bedroom and slinks into your lap, alert, like a cat, about to attack, while reading my poem pumped with presumptions about you, why say that my brutal honesty is what you like about me? Doesn't revealing my perverted presumptions qualify for honesty? Or is it, what's that you call it, too brutal? I offended a dear friend with my previous poem. I hope this does not offend her. It's not about her, but my feelings and also my presumptions about her. And that's what makes writing imperfectly beautiful. #poem #offense