Saturday, December 24, 2016

the sporty red one

her sister was cuter
and funnier than she was,
she had sass,
but I had no shot at her,
so I settled in
with the one I met
and made a go of it.
smart plain jane.
I often wondered what life
would be like
if I had gone with
the younger one,
but I think that way
about everything.
the meal I just ordered,
maybe I should have
had steak
not this plain
piece of chicken on my plate,
or the car I bought,
reserved and grey, instead
of the sporty red one.
how many white shirts
can I buy?

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