The grass gets longer
The piles of laundry rise
I gasp for air
Where's the pause button on life?
Unattempted brainchilds and tasks not quite completed
Clutter my to-do list
Just like the scores of unwashed dishes stacked in my sink
Patiently expressing their disapproval
Imbuing the air with a certain noxious
Perfume that declares
Oversleeper!
Unmotivated!
Shiftless!
Eccentric!
Pathetic!
Human.
Like so many steps--but not on the Yellow Brick Road
Or polite bill collectors
Paying their respects
One by One
And lodging a complaint--legitimate
But unwelcome
My apple oxidizes
My unclaimed dinner molds, languishing, in my uncleaned refrigerator
My body deteriorates,
Minute by minute my cells dizzyingly acquire mutations.
4 comments:
Did you wrtie this? It's really good!
haha, yes. It was in my poetry notebook for a few years...
whoops, sorry! I got confuzzled. The first one "Inspiration" has been in my notebook for years, this one was composed a few months ago, in mid-April or so.
Hanna, you are an excellent writer and connoiser of the English language. You are also very good at public speaking; therefore, I think you should be an English professor!
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