Oh there is a lasting complex added
along with too long fingernails to
type it down without many, many mistakes.
There may be a dog involved who trips on
an area rug and maybe pees on it. A green
rug and a kitchen with beige walls. A
glass canister half-filled with paint
brushes waiting patiently to be cleaned.
Work gloves. Sports team hats. Jackets.
Tea cup with tea bag at the bottom.
Empty silverware drawer. Wood-saw snores
shaking boundaries until the prize falls
out of the box.
2 comments:
Tristimania by Mary Ruefle came today. My happiest moments were in the bathtub reading it.
Then that experience was equaled by reading some of these poems here.
I wish life were always like a warm bathtub with great poetry included.
But I don't think that's a constitutional right...in america or anywhere else.
dammit.
let's write a bill.
:)
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