That great equalizer blindsided us
sneaking in behind us
we weren't prepared for the contents of our minds
working as vaults
letting hibernate, suppressing
thoughts of misspent youth.
Then anger
rode the coattails of sorrow
knocked on memory's door
A celebration!!!
insisted the mind hosted party
but we knew better and cried
and shook our heads.
But still,
the party hostess bitch kept slides on loop and sipped from a Tiki mug,
a starburst clock watching
as the party started going downhill.
Watching the waiting
watching the line
nearing the maker at the counter
who is awful and exquisite
and unjust.
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