reconciliation

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

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