Tag: Curio

All the dang concessions
I’ve had to make
over the years–
they’ve now begun double- and triple-
parking themselves in my corporeal curio cabinet.
I swear I even saw a few quad-park jobs.

Kim constantly tries to reassure me
I’m just a bit on edge, only hallucinating
(from the stress). But am I?

I haven’t felt this lucid in quite a while. In fact,
the last time I even approached this threshold,
Kim said I was “being a bit much”.

Then I tripped over those words
and fell flat on my face–
for five years. I was
absolutely terrified to think
that I may never again catch that
curio cabinet of concessions in my
viewfinder for convenient irony extraction.

The first three years
were a slog, with Kim squeezing my hand
the whole time, way too tight.
My saving grace? Teaching myself
perfect switch-handedness.
Came in handy! Totally worth the $9k.