Sticky Messes
Br'er Rabbit me
still tries to best Tar Baby
still gets caught up
in the emotional mess
as an ego-maniacal half-wit
when the best approach
is to not approach,
as if staying out reach
and staying out of touch
were one-in-the same
as running like hell
in another direction.
But as a gluttonous masochist
two, maybe three, times each year
I'll stand within reach
and swing away. No.
That is not letting go.
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