sometimes, the old dream
stands to gain recognition
as it continues to dislocate
possibilities of the present.
to comprise a list of items
bumped off the order of new
being, sharing together, we
force the square into round.
A-S knows this doesn’t work
but, deciding on her own, cuts
the connection temporarily,
because she has a right
to see other things that are
heavier in the sacred balance.
now, the issue of rights breathes
additional chemistry. the open end
of free association allows for path.
it is plain as day, the instant defection
from the tandem proposition, she
finds legs in a mother’s need to sooth.
she dares the cost to enter her mind.
she dares the dying man’s claim of
partnership, the trek through the woods
on a sunny day. decidedly absent.
appropriately single. questionably sober.
as apologies go, pubescent cartooning
the Mia culpa,
famish the masculine surmise.
ho hum, the relic echo of famine past.
come now, my charming dainty, bitte!