Wednesday, January 03, 2007

609. 55 Fiction Friday. (Sue me.)

simmering, stewing
sitting here

I didn't respond to your unrelated request
(that wasn't really)

suddenly your generosity, you now believe, are my shackles
only I know they aren't real
one tug, you think, she'll compliantly respond

and I do respond:

the shackles fall hollow
and I return your gifts, evaporated, back to the thin air

2 comments:

Mike said...

Fine. I want my gift back.

Unknown said...

FINE!!!!!!!!!

:)