by Ari Collins
The tamer's chair presents the lion with four limbs, equally threatening, equally close. Indecision. Paralysis. Applause.
Rote patterns wash my dishes, choose my dinners. My broker makes my investment decisions. Otherwise I'd lash my tail, paralyzed, terrified, furious.
So I'll suffer your ball gags and your "polyamory." Just keep telling me how to get off.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Indecision Jones
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