Unwanted Milestones

Unwanted Milestones

 

There is no sparkle

in the cider,

as his words

hold no meaning.

 

Demeaning;

turning flowers into weeds,

and gestures into

unwanted milestones.

 

I look like the girl next door,

and the girl next door

to her.

 

I wear the same clothes,

think the same thoughts

mostly.

 

But I am different

there is no doubt about that.

 

Because of THAT

in particular.

 

The girl at the store

gets smiles

while I get grins,

and the waitress gets tips

as I get tumbled.

 

Just once I’d like to hear,

“nice weather we’re having.”

Rather than, “how much for a blowjob

in the parking lot?”

 

I guess I should lower

my expectations of others.

Reviews

[Steve]

Wow...you need to move! Well written this one. I like the originality.