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
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,
totally dark or totally bright,
all his "either black or white"
does sound impatiently judgmental.
So, in an impulsive moment of ginger anger,
"You are so poor
you've never had two co-incidental thoughts
to rub together."
"Is that like a mixed metaphor
or something sinister
Anyway, that sounds shockingly ungenerous
from win-win you."
"Sorry if I hurt your 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.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2019
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