Freeform Friday: The Cynic's Answer

The Cynic's Answer
by Belinda Roddie

“It’s impossible,”
Said pride.

"It’s risky,"
Said experience.

“It’s pointless,”
Said reason.

“Give it a try,”
Whispered the heart.

-Unknown

Response

The heart was drunk again,
cross-legged on a stool that
swiveled like the world on fire.

And when it told me to "hold
its beer," I was immediately
vigilant. Because I knew

it was impossible, it was
risky, and it was pointless.
But only Reason said these,

and I could trust her
because she was beautiful,
and she dressed well,

and most importantly,
as she called the heart a cab,
she knew when it was time

to go to bed for the night,
before the heart, God forbid,
broke something in the fall.



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