Answering a call to intimacy, it flails around like a fish out of water. Flip flopping back and forth, a directional act magnetized to the needs of two. I want to convince it my way, but this struggle to survive does not seek counsel from the instigator. Kick in the different perspective: I’m no longer interested in guiding the general direction of the flip flop, but more mindful of my choice to move myself in front of it or completely out of its way. For the time being, I will abide only on my own terms.