Over and Out –

She’s my micro manager
I’m a rebel tearing-up her morning ‘Welcome’ sign
wrong angle cereal bowl put-down in the sink
not for long, footsteps from heaven, auto-correction
I can’t take it any longer, the predictive waits
hopeless days later, and reading about a man whose life has the sublime content of a reckless disposition and no steady job
taking over
and out

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