WISHING THROUGH THE UNCERTAIN AGAINST CONJOINED STRAYING... (UM... FOR EVERYONE TO FEEL AT HOME HERE...)

I see her presenting the Sun

engulfed 'round her profile

averting mine indirectly...

...

It must not be discussed by the tyrannical

drunkards under my nose...

...

Those soft speaking collective effulgences

clearing the throat of polarity...

...

Her pretend boyfriend is really beautiful...

...Grace suits a man...

Or is there a pregnancy overdue???

???

Something gallops across

all proximity...

Is the only presence allowed

trimming the pryed

game face

of pure

make believe?

No one is ever at home to answer.

Mine as well

come in.

Find yourself at home.

Have a seat at the table.

Eat.