Impossible Next

She grew upset, and stood, and the dispute
was interrupted by her swift retreat.
She sought the porch while feeling destitute,
unheard, unseen, by those who should be sweet-
behaving after all she’s tried. Her heat
diminished in 5 minutes. But she knew
of choices she could put in play to meet
the moment, insufficient were the few.

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