Meaning not yes, he’s so cold for her a dancing clown who never learned how to play the guitar, never had the rubbered lips, now a carbohydrate, fully fattened belly off the styrofoamed senior meals on wheels he serves, and greedily ingests.
I never even got around to asking about her next brain baloney post, how she reveals yet another is coming forward in this incrimination of the not man, not yet, I’ve fed at my table Jesus-style whenever he comes by to rub his greasy fingers on cashmere, smack his lips like the Kings' only begotten, devil eyes, forgotten morals, will drink from a court-ordered candy striper’s plastic cup, or many cups, many, many plastic cups. Bring it to his mouth and he will, eat it, drink it.
There’s a long crack, a bump, protrusion running lizard the top of his balding head where his father dropped him, well, let him roll and smack to the floor, what’s all done from a changing table on, just born legs torn from a thin and sticky mat. Exchanged forever, a forever not yet, forever in three’s, failure to thrive, failure to connect, a grouping of misfired goodbyes, a strung together bouquet of deflating and finger-printed balloons, a yetted yeti who definitely knows the definition of alliteration, but possesses no basic concept of helium.
Slap, a slap, a tap, and vast gaps.
And often, I, caged tiger stay in my own neatly ordered house. I can always find something to clean, rearrange, a cactus too big for its pot, water these, dump that, floors to sweep and toilet bowls to bleach.
Dreamers that never learn.
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