acrid proof
that the last
man standing
is not the most
genuine, but
the one
who spouts a plan
comes oozing
(with coaxing)
like the pale,
sour juice
from the pulpy insides
of a lopsided lemon:
the difference
between it
and a cool glass
of lemonade
is roughly equivalent
to the difference between
the very
best idea
and the best idea
anyone
who's trapped
in that moment
is likely
to have.
