A toast for the empty glass…
the swill of optimism flooding
the back of my throat
to water down sarcasm.
Reduced to a moment’s purr
I plant my chin on the bright sunny
and catnap on warm fuzzies.
Before I slip too far into escape
umbrella lemons test the tightrope
my mind walks to see how much rope
they can walk before they trigger
the last straw.
In the background Pandora’s clock
taunts hell’s picnic is still messy
and I’m the assigned joker with a mop.
Like an automaton I stir in my rewinding,
stare at my empty glass, and wonder
how much work it will take
to portray Eris’s chaos as comedy.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
Eris (Ερις) is the goddess of discord and strife.