questions--

I've never been particularly verbose

Or brilliant with wordplay,

But I'd like to try

And be honest.

When the stars fade in, as the sun falls

Do you think of me?

Does the dazzling light of Sirius remind you of me?

Or do I inspire thoughts of the extinguished stars,

Which have been dead for many years,

Yet still shine?

Am I the rug on which you step?

Or the rest on which you rest your arm?

Am I the disposable syringe? or am I

The most hated monstrosity.