Delinquent.
I like the way the word starts
because it reminds me of delicious (ness).
And then, suddenly, without warning
it lapses into criminality
with a foreshadowing of worse to come.
And then I think of errant -
a synonym (?) -
and all I can think of is errant joy.
Which brings me to something else.
I mean I don’t condone lawlessness.
But shouldn’t we always ask -
Who gets to decide what is permissible and right?
And why?