From the book Repairs, published in 2017.
Let’s begin. Good morning
Good night. Breakfast is on the table.
Finish your dinner.
We’re on a tight schedule. Tiptoe out of the house.
Bad day for both of us.
I try to accommodate your routines
I told you the truth. My own face frowning
hundreds of years from now
I’m not giving up hope of an afterlife.
Putting a few more things away
climbing a few more rungs. It’s complicated.
4 thoughts on “Constrain”
Sounds like a typical day for many…
Sometimes I think I lived decades in this way.
Fantastic use of the rhyhtm and sentence structure to add emphasis to the poem. This poem is also very relatable for me and the relentless pace of my life.
Thank you. I remember many many years like this. Oh yes.
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