Domino Psychoanalysis With Her
If One Thing Can Go Wrong...
One tiny thing.
Perhaps the tiniest.
Like that last ‘really needed drop of milk’ now soured.
Serenades of ice cream truck jingle one (hundred-and-one)
more
bless-ed
tiiiiime,
on top of Daddy’s inherited acid reflux
feeds contagious volumes.
Slips a glass tumbler from her hand.
Drip-dregs love from her heart
Ring-a-lings a phone 24/7 (but no social calls)
dogbarkingneighborsfussingsupperburningnervesfraying
bathroom FUNKING!
Then,
Mathematics turns cruel.
Life’s parallel lines break format and
shove her off on a 60˚godforsaken gradient absent friction
formulae
foundation
frickin’ meds.
So,
entities converge, (don’t they always?)
Compare notes and proclaim a
‘We-should-do-this-more-often’ Party
while her ivory linen dress snags,
threatening rip-exposure at muscular thighs
ever faithful to morning HIIT routines.
Cluelessness,
that previously unknown devilry-accelerant as thoughts congeal,
slides inside momentum
guarantees to garner speed
given distance and time,
add in ‘last month’s over-dues,’
with a research report due next Tuesday
worth forty-six percent of the semester grade
makes for a piggyback pile on,
the antithesis of joyride
Increased body mass ratio/fat composition,
she refused to Paleo Diet,
meant accelerated frustration ripe for outsourcing,
i.e. Someone else tracking her forces,
plotting an arduous line graph to Armageddon.
About to take full brunt profanities,
surely a masculine noun
in all other languages
since even the end is late and
Goddamn! I've been waiting past forever,
and
What da hell difference can be made now?
and
I wish me and you were someone else,
*last synapse firing*
for someone who felt
of softness and warmth,
of beachfront destination solitude at this
‘wherever-the-heck-we-are.’
So that one tiny thing,
rented a mask and snorkel,
swam the coral beds,
and marvelled the kaleidoscope full of life,
too enthralled by wonder to be the start of anything.
Thank you so much for stopping by to read!
May all your reading and writing dreams come true!
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