to the long-swung arms,
it's autopilot in Lululemon,
holding a Stanley and a grudge.
Jappy, waspy stepford wives
strutting in RBF resentment,
schlepping their baggage
all the way from high school.
Despite their crystals
and their essential oils,
perspective is a magic
we all take for granted.
Glued to their phone,
or reading Colleen Hoover on their kindle
playing chicken on the sidewalk
with dogs and/or kids.
With particular reference
to their heelstrike transients,
the trot cadence is that of a mustelids
in Uggs or Crocs.