Fork

19 Feb

It was clear to me that I’d hit a fork in the road

staring down at this naked rear end facing me

from the downward dog position

on my mattress in my filthy skid row apartment.

 

I was cognizant of the chance (at least in my mind)

to get back

at her husband and my ex girlfriend.

but my pettiness and spite

were not strong enough to mask

the odor repeatedly hitting my olfactory glands.

 

There’d be no washing this away

and there was no telling

what new lows awaited me

if I went through with it.

 

This was one of those moments of truth

where I would forever be defined

by my ensuing actions.

There would be no going back

if I decided to plunge

even further into the muddy ditch

that was becoming my life.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

 

 

 

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