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.
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
It wasn’t a very satisfying discussion
For my daughter
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
Includes:NothingFlick a Switch