take three.

This take could be different.
“I want a new take,” you said. A one-off?
Major kitsch or that single, most unique thing? “Thing?” you roared and I winced,
“What do you mean?” That primal cry, that wail
Face to face a bare wall
Yelling your lungs out. A random flight,
An uneducated escape
That proverbial foetal position? I’ll let you know.
Will you?