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If when we break up,
we get recycled to Goodwill,
I wonder what article I would be—
a worn-out suit nearly threadbare,
barely passing the minimum threshold for resale,
or a collector’s cap that no one yet knows
to treasure unless you were there
in the future?
And you, would you be the tie that matched
when the suit was new and not so sure
of its owner or a sombrero wide, sombrero proud
to never be near a used head wear?
If I’m that rag—surround me with the remaining
kindness of humanity in hopes of a gentle someone
who would diligently patch up the pockets,
re-invent the sleeves, and iron the pants so sure…
And if the cap—I already told you what to invest.
So long pretty tie and arrogant sombrero.
“I guess maturity is about acting orderly and losing those spontaneous bouts called "naughtiness" so that we can combat the ever increasing entropy as we age.”— Friendethan via Words Strung Together
5.15.13 Classical Conditioning
You’re my unbreakable habit.
You’re my impulsive need, my anxious anticipation
of “where is that goddamn bell?”
of “how are you always with that bell?”
of “why your shadow comes before the bell but not always with the bell?”
of “the bell also has a shadow but am I too blind to notice?”
of “what about me is addicted to this barely perceptible cue?”
of “if I always get the same reward, why should I be so nervous?”
of “how is the bell so annoying but at the same time so comforting?”
Ring—Should I salivate or not?
Once I didn’t despite seeing the shadow of the bell resting next to your shadow inching closer and hearing the vibration of that familiar enticement.
You grew upset, published the finding of “classical conditioning”
and moved on
to another beast.