Note: My new book, Everything We Bring, All We Leave Behind, has just been accepted by Main Street Rag and will be published sometime this year.
(an apparently free choice when there is no real alternative)
-for Mindi and Rosie-
Oh, for God’s sake, I have to choose again?
Seriously? Even in the midst of Apocalypse,
Lycan or Vampire?
Jesus (or Buddha or Mohammed) it never ends!
Isn’t it enough to go left or right
out the door each morning
and suffer the consequences,
be Republican or Democrat,
drink lye or slice my wrists,
Great White or grizzly,
paper or plastic?
Where were all the good choices,
the sure things we never
had to rue,
Angelina or Beyoncé,
summer beach house or mountain cabin?
Only you two,
wife and daughter,
never made me decide.
Even here at the end,
you push me, pull me, yes,
one by my finger the other by my nose,
in two different ways
but always in the same direction,
beyond either ice or fire
and all the other dreaded decisions
of this dying world.
© 2018 William Greenway
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