Relearning to Reword

One letter can change completely
what it was you were attempting to portray.
And it will.
And it has.
Unless I am the mistaken one.

Take the one extra letter predicament
and lets apply the first two fills
to a different situation.
Take, for example, gunshot
wounds. None is plenty. One is
much too much.
Take things meant to be put out of context
out of context
and you've got yourself a double negative.
All is well.

I have mastered the art of the sleight of hand
(léger de main in Le français).
I use smoke and mirrors,
camera tricks,
fancy angles and
anglers to distract from my true intent.
I am conniving.
I have a poker face at my disposition.
I have the ability to save face at my disposal.
I am not detailing an inward description.

Spirits were high until this morning. I find it
disturbing how fast things
change around these parts of the heart.
This smile is hung slapdash,
with gaps and corners botched.
It looks tacky,
I know,
but the before photo was atrocious.

Close the curtains.
Lock the doors.
Its time to relearn the alphabet.
A B C E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z