Predictable
'Hello Bob', I self-spoke
Inside my head.
That's what I'd say if my name was Bob.
But it's not,
My name is not Bob.
Bob would not wear dare
Nor would Bob dare wear a cloak
With lipstick in the chest pocket
And a memory-tied locket
Swimming in a fancy fruit perfume.
Bob would not hide away behind the scent of summer apples linking hands with
Warm maple syrup jaffles.
Bob's time is scarce because
This ego-notion's motion was simply a passing thought
To create an unpredictable commotion.
'What if my name were Bob?'.
It's not,
Bob is my middle name.
Copyright © Amy Wallace | Year Posted 2019
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