My body know bullies:
Flames to my limbic brain!
I tense, clench, clutch;
Time and stomach prolapse…
(I'm being bullied;
This makes no sense—
Stay? Run? Respond?
How? Snarky? Politely?)
Retreat seems best.
Breathe, think, relax.
Talk it through with my wife.
Let the F-or-F response flush.
Rhetoric can be a fine-pointed toothpick for
Lifting lint from disagreement
Or a coarse cudgel
Driving points home.
My body knows bullies,
My intellect knows notions.
Trust your body.
Trust your brain.
I do.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
My body know bullies:
Flames to my limbic brain!
I tense, clench, clutch;
Time and stomach prolapse…
(I'm being bullied;
This makes no sense—
Stay? Run? Respond?
How? Snarky? Politely?)
Retreat seems best.
Breathe, think, relax.
Talk it through with my wife.
Let the F-or-F response flush.
Rhetoric can be a fine-pointed toothpick for
Lifting lint from disagreement
Or a coarse cudgel
Driving points home.
My body knows bullies,
My intellect knows notions.
Trust your body.
Trust your brain.
I do.
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