Manufactured Satisfaction

Whatever you’re afraid of

happening

has already

happened.

 

While you weren’t noticing,

it plopped itself down

in front of you

and looked you in the eye.

 

You looked away

and continued to

pretend,

returning to strategizing

how to avoid that

which is here.

 

Moving the furniture around

 

despite the legs being

broken

and the fabric

torn.

 

Surely you can

make it work

if you just keep

trying

and avoid

the stink eye of reality.

 

Manufactured satisfaction co-created

by fear and a series of mirages.

Ho hum.

Another one bites the

bullet and chooses dressed up

mediocrity.

 

Not to worry,

another round of poker

will reveal a new hand,

giving you a pick of what to be

afraid of.

Forfeit and the pleasure’s yours.