they seem unavoidable these days -
even when we try not to hear them.
some say they can’t help themselves
after giving the essential part of a plot away.
of course, there are those
who try to tease them out of others,
listening for any detail
that may help them piece things together.
for myself though, I’d rather not know
but when I do,
sometimes I’m pleasantly surprised
but others just letdown.
occasionally, in conversation
I hear one about myself.
If you have any comments on this poem, Tristan Moss would
be pleased to hear them.