Strategy, Docile, Facetious
I present
my strategy:
a dignified tower
constructed entirely
of questionable choices
and one slightly hopeful
thought.
I sit beside it,
perfectly docile,
like a guard dog that
only guards snacks
and even then
not well.
then comes
the facetious
breeze—
that tiny smirk
the universe gives
right before nudging
and the
tower
leans—
leans—
le—
a n d
I
p r e t e n d
t h i s
w a s
m y
p l a n
a l l
a l o n g.
Copyright © Evelyn Hew | Year Posted 2025
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