Twenty questions
not enough What I wanted was it too rough ██████
██████████████████████████████████ Was it your pained
puppy–dog ███████ eke ██████ Was it the red dogs’ feet barking
through the afternoons did they mark their needs
██████████████ in your too–soft wood floor
Was I too good and then at some sly test no good at all
Was it when I fell asleep ████████████████████████████
was that █ cruel ███████ ███████████████
Did the entire ███████████████████ feel intolerably
like school Was it the careful seepage in the car a scent I hate
Was it the you of you never ████ █████ or late
Was it that I wanted you to be a kind of man who rips in
Did you feel unwanted Did you want parades
Did you want more questions Was I sorry Who was I sorry for
Editors’ Note: In the original print edition of Minarets Issue Four / Autumn 2013, Joan Fleming’s poem Twenty questions was formatted differently due to restrictions of page width. Furthermore, an error was made in typesetting. For this digital edition, the poem is presented in the complete and correct original form, as the poet intended it.