the 2 men in her life are boys in fact.

the 2 men in her life are boys in fact. in her life, 2 unwitting men: one borne to the left, the other relentlessly encircling, endearingly tipping the scales, in true moderator fashion. both worshipping. while carefully threading. as the withdrawn provider silently displaces his apologies into her already stale air, hoping for her to inhale. but she doesn't. she is still. and he constantly re-offends. the one who keeps taking is of pagan origin. he attempts twirls and spins until her flustered heart is mended, and then what? does he mean to tide her over? What? for his ritual of hypnotic dances only sends himself to sleep while she insists on being at her atmosphere. completely beyond reach. these boys will become men. one day. hopefully, before her ashes land. before her bones return to the dirt. before every sanguine sun sets. quietly, this is for her. as it has always been.