An obsession with conformity.
Desperate to control, to measure, to prescribe.

Life is circuitous with paths
that are ambiguous, oblique and labyrinthine.


Take a step and then take another.

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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