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It’s not like her to knock, of course. She tiptoes in half-apologetically (Though the notion of her being unwelcome Has never crossed her mind) Regardless of the hour, being likely to show up At any when and where she chooses, not being subject To any nine-to-five workaday concerns or constraints. She declines the offer of a drink, demurely shaking her head (In her world view, a solitary and un-chaperoned lady Does not drink in the presence of a gentleman) Though her company leads me to move from beer to whisky With some alacrity, for the evening’s entertainment Is comprised, as it invariably is, of home movies Featuring my inability to live up to my potential, My compromises, accommodations, And outright abdication of principle and conviction. The scenes, familiar if not particularly welcome, Play out one more time, Accompanied by the gentle whirr of an aging Super -8 Or the gentle ka-thunk of a carousel projector (Her taste in my malfeasance is charmingly retro) And as the montage proceeds with a weary ruthlessness, I attempt to explain my role With well-polished used-car-salesman-issue obfuscation Or a plaintive, childlike tirade Concerning the indifference of gods and men And any and all entities in between. She is unmoved, silently taking it all, The corners of her mouth a bit askew, Sitting in the interval between bemusement and scorn. Eventually, I slump into my chair, fully chastened (No, more than that—something deeper, more final, Something even beyond defeat) And at some point I grunt How it would be nice if we could, just this one time, See what the **** was on cable instead.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
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It’s not like her to knock, of course. She tiptoes in half-apologetically (Though the notion of her being unwelcome Has never crossed her mind) Regardless of the hour, being likely to show up At any when and where she chooses, not being subject To any nine-to-five workaday concerns or constraints. She declines the offer of a drink, demurely shaking her head (In her world view, a solitary and un-chaperoned lady Does not drink in the presence of a gentleman) Though her company leads me to move from beer to whisky With some alacrity, for the evening’s entertainment Is comprised, as it invariably is, of home movies Featuring my inability to live up to my potential, My compromises, accommodations, And outright abdication of principle and conviction. The scenes, familiar if not particularly welcome, Play out one more time, Accompanied by the gentle whirr of an aging Super -8 Or the gentle ka-thunk of a carousel projector (Her taste in my malfeasance is charmingly retro) And as the montage proceeds with a weary ruthlessness, I attempt to explain my role With well-polished used-car-salesman-issue obfuscation Or a plaintive, childlike tirade Concerning the indifference of gods and men And any and all entities in between. She is unmoved, silently taking it all, The corners of her mouth a bit askew, Sitting in the interval between bemusement and scorn. Eventually, I slump into my chair, fully chastened (No, more than that—something deeper, more final, Something even beyond defeat) And at some point I grunt How it would be nice if we could, just this one time, See what the **** was on cable instead.
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