Reality and me
have disagreements all the time.
Reality is, by nature, inviolable.
And a bit of an existential bully.
I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction.
And tender in the center.
Reality and me don’t always see eye to eye.
In the end reality always wins out,
but there’s something
about being one’s own best fanboy
in support of a cause
where victories are small
is the grail on order.