Posted in Unexpected

Affirmative Action

It was a threat
delivered as question
large part brinkmanship
small part condescension
successful in the past
a sheep dog’s scowling fangs
intended to cower
not bite
to direct compliance
in compliant direction.
She said
do you want to separate?
“Okay.”

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.