Whoa Baby! Wait a second…

“Hey baby, how you doin’?”


“Baby?  Excuse me?”


“I just saw, from over there, wow! A beautiful,  interesting… ”


“Look buddy, when you say ‘baby’ what are you implying?  What you will leave me with?  What my social status is?  Helpless and fully dependent on you, the man?”


“Wow, I just came over here to ask out…”


“Well, you asked… now go away, you guys are all the same.”


“All the same, really?”
“Yes.  You want to hunt, and harvest a woman, then once you get what you want, you are gone.  I am a woman, and I don’t need some loser drooling all over me.  I make over one hundred thousand in a year.  I don’t need you.”


“Alright, I see that some guy, somewhere in the past, messed you up good.  Why should I have to pay for that?  Could it be possible, that a guy finds a girl, they both are messed up, they both have pasts, but love and commitment may just be able to be measured by how much they are willing to change and sacrifice for each other?  I find that notion very romantic.”


“What’s your name?”


“Michael.  What your friends name?  I came over here to ask her out.”



Atlas, thy name is Mother

She remains there, beneath life, under a heavy world.

Kids, events, age, career, household, her man,

she holds it all, on her shoulders,

in a labored squat.


He looks for the perfect polo, the best cologne,

he drives a shiny car into the sunset of career advancement,

he thinks he has it all, in his future,

because maybe, he doesn’t know squat.


Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert