Preferences

Job Conger
I prefer extolling the moral imperative
rather than abandoning it.

I prefer a sense of mid-direction
to no direction at all.

I prefer navy blue socks to brown
and white socks to argyle.

I prefer the reality of hope
to the fantasy of second-guessing.

I prefer the red wine of lips not kissed
to the vinegar of mutual antipathy over time.

I prefer chicken to lobster
and salted cashews over both.

Published by Job Conger

Springfield, Illinois native son Job Conger lives in the primodial mire of his birthplace, a freelance journalist, poet and photographer determined to aspire to higher and to write for hire. His articles app...  View profile

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