In the Courts of Kings

Workshop again today.

Listening to others mistaking
my personal experience for metaphor
or
misreading my allusions to
one movie for another.

At least they liked the shape.

I have never professed to know
what I am doing
when I do it.
Never claimed to be any more
than a dabbler dabbling
in the courts of kings.

Still, it burns
to see my words misread,
to hear my thoughts misthought,
to taste the bitter taste
of misinterpretation.



Later, on the elevator,
thinking these same thoughts,
I mistakenly exit, twice,
on to the wrong floor.