Soft and Chewy

Here’s to the chronically misguided,
who deploy their slapdash rhetoric
whenever the mood strikes twelve
and laugh themselves silly
at the prospect of being there for someone.
Sure, it’s a tough world out there,
but for that we must be soft and chewy,
because somebody’s gotta, yes? Amirite?
Narrow me down a bit.
My predilections are too diffuse, you could say.
I’d prefer not to bite the bullet, that’s too kinky,
but I’m always up for a good-old fashioned
make-out sesh. Just wait a minute,
for my wrists to eventually give
and all the baggage I’ve been hauling
for the last 34 years come tumbling after.

-r. miller