poeming on a tuesday


Casual Complexity

Can you choose choice? 
Can choice choose you? 
Carry this question close, 
underneath the waking, walls
wailing you down, down.
Down into the not knowing, not 
needing. The unnecessary noun
of here and now, the choice
of choosing, or chosen. Yours. 
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Today's prompt was alliteration, but I also have choice on my mind. Specifically what we can and can't choose. The freedom in letting go of choice (when it isn't yours to make) but the deeper necessity of recognizing when you do have a choice. 

There's a lot to explore in that topic and today I'm choosing to go thrifting instead, since I have that huge pile of stuff to take in to donate (and want to look at buy some clothes). So for today, just the poem.