Anticipation’s easier to live with than familial
obligation - so when is it going to happen, or
has it; already th’ next bottle of wine may be
a clinical observation you’re past tense, and
if it is true you’ve solved a mystery that only
you could have; where in the prolepsis of its
inescapable reality can you hide awaiting a
vision you’d’ve irrefutably avoided anyway
And it’s where we find you, avoiding familial
obligations you knew were Sunday clothes -
redefining it as more a convenience of rules
for engagement; in a sense its so, but cross
any threshold and you know who’s dressed
appropriately & exactly how to behave …
© 4 April 2015, I. D. Carswell
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