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.