from the getgo he knew she was ripe for the picking
hellbound to be Shrinkwrapped
she ran back to them with his words and hers their sorted interactions
she vigorously Rorschached the ketchup that blurped
onto his shirt at dinner
and to her Shrinks
-- So
what do you think
she peeped
-- What do you think
they answered
whiling her
cajoling her
making her believe
their make believe
seasoned lightly with pungent psychotropics and their wily psychiatric ways
-- Aw somebody ask me Ill tell ya
but her Shrinks werent interested in rapping him
let alone trying to wrap him
he wouldnt fit in a bindle or bundle
or boundup in pretty curlicued ribbons and bows
no shimmery sharkskin shiny undulating wrappingpaper pulled taut
crisp sharp edges and corners held tight
with slick invisible Scotchtape tabs
he was newsprint
or a brown paper bag chaffed by jute or hemp string
no Shrinkwrapping in his future
Ever
there was no shaking him out of his tree
tempting him out on a limb and trying to hack it off
behind him
no way to worry him
as
a
matter
of
fact
nothing he knew could be manipulated
he was utterly rapless
utterly undraumatic
so very utterly
boring
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