Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Indecision Jones

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.

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