Going Downhill Fast

There Really Are Alternate


There came another time

An alternate reality

In which I was accused…

(righteous fingers pointed at me, cruel laughs heard in the dark twisting corridors of mind)

…of being bitter

I got out my dictionary and looked up bitter

"Causing, showing or feeling mental pain or resentment"

I was forced to escape.

People Traps

My oldest daughter once asked me

“Give me some man traps Mom?

You know”, she said, “How a woman will ask.

Do you think I’m fat?”

It’s a skill-testing question.

“That’s a woman trap Mom”, she told me

“Give me some man traps?”

I told my daughter, “Dear

It’s not man traps or woman traps

It’s people traps.

“People trapping themselves in moments in time

In places they wish

Didn’t be.”

It wasn’t a very satisfying discussion

For my daughter

Or myself

She wanted trite, off the cuff remarks

To throw at a young man she was flirting with

And I wanted to give her

Pearls of wisdom

Neither one of us ended up with what we wanted

Bread And Circuses

Bread and circuses

Union wages and video games

There are no answers that can be provided

No equitable treatment governed

But we don’t want to hear that

We want perfection given to us

On a silver platter

With a side of grapes

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