Quite old-fashioned,
we were high on fabric softener
when a sense of entitlement
beleaguered us into submission.
It was understood
that a disagreeable fission
was bound to occur.
Work-related grievances piled on
like Ohio snow.
I fidgeted, metaphysically,
revisited my thumbsucking days
all the while whimpering
for winter’s delicate caress.
Perhaps that was a little much.
Androgynous desire came
mischievous and winking.
Our preferred way of thinking
grew too dense to navigate.
Anyway, chalk it up
to first date jitters…
-r. miller
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