phenomenon   self-sabotage   arises

when all is well

the devil on my shoulder whispers   i dare you


the angel   the pragmatic one   sighs   

suggests prudence

having listened to both   i find neither consistently right   


nor consistently wrong   i tune them out   

make my mistakes on my terms   

or   conversely   my successes   it is a choice of pains   pleasure


invites the pain of indulgence   denial

the pain of forbearance 

terri   who rarely denied herself anything   would say   


as did epicurus   pleasure is the absence of pain   

marketa would say   trust yourself









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Written on 2021-04-29 at 04:57

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I think I recognize myself, or parts of myself, in the speaker of this poem. They fascinate, these lines.