Thursday, April 4, 2013


I'm trying to reconcile
letting each day slip past me
like a wet starchy shirt I can't get a grip on
tumbling onto a floor full of grit and sand
embedding whatever broke its fall
into the weave of its fibres

I am trying to reconcile
allowing the days to run past
morning to night
with nothing in between
not even a sinkful of dishes to break the stream of minutes
from one day to the next

I am trying to reconcile
all the time I waste
thrown away like I have a steady supply
in the corner I need only lift the lid
take a few more years out
and we're good to go
even though I let so many perfectly fine ones
shrivel up like houseplants I forgot to water

poem#2 of 30

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