In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cliché.”
Inevitable, this decision.
These words, contradiction,
aching desperation of motion,
the lack of touch, of tactile process
of proper dispensation of roles,
our new word,
I turn this over in my head, like a coin
amassing a fortune of thoughts.
I want the want I’m wanting now,
the pull of yes and no, and how
fronting the headline of my happiness,
I want the me you’re looking at.
I want to feel the yes I’m seeing,
I want to hear the no you’re feeling
I want the now to be the when.