Sometimes, I get so tired of poetry.
It asks for so much–
makes me feel hungover.
Or if I am hungover–
makes me feel dumb
and slow.
As if merging on the freeway–
I am swallowed, trapped–
though it was my decision
to go.
Written April 2013
Sometimes, I get so tired of poetry.
It asks for so much–
makes me feel hungover.
Or if I am hungover–
makes me feel dumb
and slow.
As if merging on the freeway–
I am swallowed, trapped–
though it was my decision
to go.
Written April 2013
How affairs happen: “…life beckoning, crooking a finger, led to a room
The Poetry Foundation’s site come in mighty handy while waiting in line.