The envelopes piling up on the credenza,
a daily ritual every afternoon
of dumping from the mailbox to the top of the desk.
Out of sight, out of mind, they say.
Having fun, feeling free with friends,
enjoying life to the fullest meant
barely a thought given to the duties of adulthood.
The distraction of coffee, a record playing or a good movie
always drawing her away to a better place than what was around her.
Not that it couldn’t be better.
She didn’t know how or want to acknowledge her inadequacies
staring her in the face each time she walked by the roll top.
She never excelled at math, couldn’t balance her checkbook and
never understood the value of money.
Always being reckless and not knowing she really should save.
Sadly, the day of personal reckoning finally came,
the sheriff’s insistent hammering at the front door.
“Ma’am, you’ve been served an eviction notice.”
while you are playing at living
she creates a life
versus attempting a performance
sad, little man
fraudulent and disingenuous
while she’s real
you’re under a cover
to hide your petite emotional stature
your true nature
one which will never blossom
a waste of skin and body parts
it’s all just practicing
at the grown-up table
the repetition of the immature
the relationship nostrum
of the stupid
the connection fails
time and time again
when the heads in the game
are unequipped to love properly
it all went away
adoring you lovingly
a killer smile
appreciating your charm
so moist, waiting
only for you
it’s all gone now
but you’re bitching about
demeanor ————– when it’s a direct consequence of your piss poor behavior
WTF DID YOU EXPECT?!?!?!?