Boundaries

This is how it works

I sit between an invisible line, please do the same

I have an important thought, but I lasso it, I hog tie it and hold it

You don’t do the same

We laugh, we drink, and we dance around the content because we can’t stomach the meat in the middle

It’s just easier to lay in the soft-spun outer roll

I offer, you refuse

I offer again and you bump into me because you’re looking down as you answer 

Where are you looking for an answer?

We walk, we talk perfectly spaced — our words, our footsteps, and the distance between our shoulders 

The energy feels low, this dance is a burden that we won’t admit; we refuse to feel the wall

Hand over hand we reach for the next thing

The next idea

The next sequence 

The next spice that completely alters the flavor

Some things can cross the line

The rest will continue to bump up against like a dodge ball

Mirror mirror

Match match

Aim

Fire