Too egregious – the words
assume a definite shape in my mouth.
Fucking mental. Get into position,
but do it discreetly. Allow me
to leave my suggestions
in the living frown the world puts on
for company. It’s an act, isn’t it?
I’ve kept up with my stock
of chivalrous gestures just to keep
things fabulous and clenching.
The white noise of prayer
pounds against the window, wrenching
me away from what little dignity
I’ve amassed this past score of years.
I can tone this down, if need be.
Though I’d rather down this tone…

-r. miller

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