3 AM

 

 

That damn monkey is

in my

head, his fist…

I see him holding

the candy in the

jar

stasis; can’t hold to keep

can’t

let go

(sigh) I see

me.

Choices are

things we

want

when we don’t

have but

can do without…when

we

have too

many.

3 AM sat up in

bed…eyes wouldn’t

close.

Choices.

A mental map wound the

path from

me, from

me to

you…the wayside littered

with ignored

peeled back

discarded

unused

choices…but

eventually, finally…no

never finally;

“then”

just

you.

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