The Bachelor
Comforts of Reality TV
fame seeker, dreamer, lover, suitor, friend or foe
long time singleton, hopeful Romeo
a TV world so far removed from my own
*****
dating, courting, competing, racing to stand alone
with this man, this game, this match
theatrical catfighting, he's my Bach-
elor, no he's mine
*****
cloak and dagger, blood and thunder
sequined gowns, champagne and wonder
*****
here i am fixed to the screen, to the weekly drop of anarchy
hooked like a snag in a coat
unraveling
the show is sustaining me
tranquilizing
*****
i forget about the banal and mundane
the school drop offs and the dishes
the annual date i drag my husband to
exhausted, kind and familiar
*****
i am absorbed and cloaked in comfort
living the hysteria, commotion and enchantment.
About the Creator
Kimberly Hinds
A New Zealand-based freelance writer living in Auckland, New Zealand, and author of many emails. Graduate of Massey University Journalism School, and lover of empty calories and overpriced oriental cats.
Blogs at www.mundane2friday.com
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