Confrontation, conflict, avoidance, regression,
passive nature, repression, passive aggression.
Let time pass, blow over, fade.
Just laugh and move forward, anxieties made.
Whenever I see her I want to ask why she's such a bitch.
This woman is causing a wound I must itch.
Familiar by name but not by the soul.
I think it is time to crawl out of my hole.
Ask her to speak what she already shows.
Show her I mean it by withholding low blows.
We may emerge much closer than now,
but I suspect she will only prove she's a cow.
Take swings at my character,
pinch at my pride.
There is nothing she hasn't already implied.
So soon we will box,
a sight it will be,
though I already know
I will come out of this me.
Maybe there will be a surprise up her sleeve.
A spark of humanity,
capacity to bleed.
Perhaps its my head that is causing the scuff.
Maybe she's not actually really that tough.
Paranoia waters the seeds of my worry.
I better resolve this,
with stealth and with hurry,
before it grows to uncontrollable rage.
Let me emerge from this, seasoned sage.
On the "to do" list this week: Tie up loose ends. Some letters must be spoken face to face. (See my long forgotten blog 5ifty 2 for more info on this. Thank you knittingnora for encouraging me to continue.)
Shirt: thrifted Lane Bryant
Belt, hat, purse, scarf: Vintage thrifted
Boots: vintage gift
Necklace: World Market