He said, “Today’s not your birthday,”
implying denial of my right
to celebrate for whimsy’s sake,
desire presents,
indulge in gifted centricity.
Buckling under his gaze
what else could I do
but acquiesce?
“Aright. I’ll pay for the sandwich.”
He said, “Today’s not your birthday,”
implying denial of my right
to celebrate for whimsy’s sake,
desire presents,
indulge in gifted centricity.
Buckling under his gaze
what else could I do
but acquiesce?
“Aright. I’ll pay for the sandwich.”