Free Entry "Stench of Settling," Week 9
by Kelsey
I was thinking I might use this for my workshop piece but now I'm not so sure. If I do I will have to revise it like crazy because it deals with some abstractions.
The amount of flowers at a wedding
will never mask the stench of settling.
Like a diamond necklace from Tiffany’s
clasped ‘round the neck of a rotting dog
muffling the odor that is permeating from its hot carcass.
The reacher reeks of snagging the coattails
of someone far above their status,
while the settler’s perfume of superiority and wasted unhappiness
clings to their every conversation, kiss, and fuck.
They are the captain to a lower-ranking officer,
Who can never fully give them what they want.
The comfort in settling is the knowledge they can neverreach for anyone better.
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