radial beams
smile sears through
the morass of tedious
normalcy
similar to a sizzling steak
on the grill in the backyard
good feelings spray out
like the water from a
rotating yard sprinkler
hand me a straw
and let me sip
this sugary cocktail
of swirling girlish charm
easy to drink
drunk on the polarity
of what she is
and what I am not
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
Author: Kevin Trent Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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