by Daniel J Flosi


Sometimes when we role-play

my wife lets me be David Koresh;


she’s willing to believe in my revelations

and follow me to the heartland—

even if that means drought.


She’s willing to believe in my ability

to change; willing to believe

in my reformation—


even after I fail over and over and

she still even believes in the absurdity of my dreams,

even letting them become her dreams.


She knows that the bigness of my ego

overshadows my ability long before I realize it.


Which is why when we role-play I let her be Princess Diana.






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