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Pillow Fight

My handsome brown-skinned husband was once again velvet-voiced complaining just this morning while I was staring glaring at my overstuffed sock drawer, "You are so consistently ambivalent and reliably inconsistent I have no idea what's coming next from your lack of ******** direction. You 'both-and' everything hopelessly, yet tirelessly, looking for the perfectly balanced win-win in a win-lose eat or be eaten world. I have no idea what you would do without me." Although I somewhat more hopefully resemble this remark and I can see he is not not wrong, or right, totally dark or totally bright, all his "either black or white" left-brain dominance does sound impatiently judgmental. So, in an impulsive moment of ginger anger, I respond "You are so poor you've never had two co-incidental thoughts to rub together." "Is that like a mixed metaphor or something sinister unpulled together? Anyway, that sounds shockingly ungenerous from win-win you." "Sorry if I hurt your feelings." "What feelings?" "I think my question is Which feelings did I hurt?" "My feelings about personal wealth and left-embodied with right-mind cooperative win-win political health to handle your dipolar co-arising appositions." Maybe I'll go with one old dark sock and one white privileged.

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Date: 4/5/2019 10:35:00 AM
Wow. Great poem. I gather he's not a morning person.
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