duhpursuit

You’ve got your boots on. The music is playing. The lights are dim. You’re western wear came “hand-crafted” to mimic the classic, time-worn feel of rough riders. And it has been a rough ride, you are sure. So even though you have a fear of horses and have never set foot on this particular dance floor, you feel justified in ogling the swift turns of the seasoned regulars, a breeze of confidence sailing past as you take another exaggerated drag on your cigarette. Leaning against the railing with your best impression of a fatigued cattle-rancher, you try to appear disinterested in the fluid coupling of hands, hips, heels and instead maintain a steady plan of drunkenness to get you through the night without two-step dancing to yet another broken-heart love song.

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list poem

procrastinate: alphabetize, make lists, vacuum, do a load of wash, call your mother, start projects you have no way to finish, create secret identities and hide, develop bad habits (nail biting, theft).

feed your denial: chocolate (bitter) (dark), gin and tonic X 3 with lime, reality TV.

say goodbye: close the door, switch off the light, don’t look back.