Category: Poem
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Counting the Dead
When I can’t sleep at night I count all the patients I’ve seen pass It’s a habit that could also help one get through a long mass Early this morning I got up to 22 All people I knew I also meditated on what took them out A few lung cancers A pulmonary embolism Ampulla…
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My Porta Potty Stop
I was out for a run before 7 that morning The rain clouds above were an ominous warning At 33 weeks I was feeling full So was my bladder It was so humid out I was only a mile in but it didn’t matter I had to go The pink plastic with the white roof…
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Doctor’s Office Date
We were in the OB-GYN’s office Waiting I sat there while my husband was pacing Strangely enough, I was thinking about sausage Our lives had been the typical whirlwind He stopped, looked at me, and said, “It’s good to see you, and you know, you’re still my best friend” There were no screens to look…
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Unhinged
I’m not really sure if he was rounding the corner He later told the police officers that he was just a sojourner – from Maryland It was part of his crew that had attached the trailer Next to the down telephone pole and lines and the backed up traffic, he felt like a failure More…
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Watching my Stomach
My new pastime is watching my stomach It’s better than watching anything on Netflix In fact, that’s another subscription we cancelled So when I sit on the couch I watch my pouch It’s got more activity than ever And looks like a little mound There’s jabs, there’s twitches, there’s flutters And on the margins (?gutters?)…
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The Mundane Things
There’s something about the mundane things: Mowing the lawn, scrubbing the shower tiles Folding clean laundry into neat little piles I admit I’ve thought lately: I’d outsource all these chores If I suddenly won the lottery Then all the weeds, the mold, the lint would never brother me But then when would I think? If…
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The Garlic Bread Disaster
On a Friday afternoon, it was tragic We were ready for the weekend, ecstatic Our small cubicle was filled with the smell of bread, garlic, and butter The thought of egg salad on it made me wonder As I shuffled some papers and the keyboard I looked to my right, then my left My homemade…
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The Dresses in My Closet
I have grand visions of who I’d like to be I wish I could say intelligent, selfless, patient, charismatic, empathetic But the truth is my ambition is as shallow as plastic Synthetic I’ve got an eye for pretty things Like dresses in the store when they hang V necks, A-lines, knee length I could look…
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The Life in Me
She likes to do yoga at 2 am And to swim laps in my lower abdomen In the pictures she likes to make fists I wonder what it is she’s training to resist Will she be a swimmer or a runner Maybe that’s just it She probably loathes the labels I understand completely Of anything…
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The Man Without a Smartphone
It was admirable how he could just sit there In a living room full of friends On a Saturday night among all the happenins’ The site was rare A guy in his early 40s He was the only one looking straight, looking around His face was expressionless He was at ease Still, like he was…
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