It is
an opportunity
says the grinning bobo doll
teetering at winter’s edge.
we didn’t have this before,
take advantage
of modern opportunities.
and I push him down
.
Some people take it
and function.
the teetering ceases
Some people take it
and fall down.
.
The time
darkens
as the clock
turns forward
trying to save the times.
Sometimes
I try to consciously
push it faster.
I tell myself,
this too shall pass
and pressing down it does-
.
-Sometimes I stop
just to remember
when I last pressed
that light speed button-
and then
I have to cope.
.
I’ve done and tried
so many ways.
I don’t like
the medical method
or it’s illegitimate friends
I don’t like
those who just tell me
not to be anxious
I don’t like
those who (over)diagnose me
and tsk like yenta hens
I don’t feel like
a freezing ice cube
can burn through my personality
.
The bobo
pulses with someone else’s
is it really mine?
pent up aggression.
The bobo
taught me
my social cues.
The bobo is flying
forward.
Can I dodge?
is the light speed button
still under my thumb?
