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Doing Nothing
Do you ever do nothing? It takes discipline Trust me, listen I’ll bet you can’t do it Doing nothing is quite convoluted Today (a Sunday afternoon) I got sleepy The soft sofa called me But so did the dirty hardwoods that needed mopping And my work in-box flood to which there is no stopping I
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The Discharge Summary
The report came through On a Friday afternoon A “Discharge Summary” Just two pages – but it was ugly Admitted and “discharged” on the same day I had seen her just four days prior She’d complained of feeling short of breath and tired Mid-50s, morbidly obese – all the things that go with it: arthritis
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A Restless Sheep
There are some mountains in front of me today A slammed, jammed-pack schedule Looking at it nearly takes my breath away Strangely, taking it on feels futile I imagine paper stacks A million interactions with strangers The dread is enough to trigger panic attacks Thinking about it last night, I couldn’t sleep My boss would
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Drew & Cote
I used to think I was socially awkward and self-conscious I don’t quite fit in at a Starbucks and definitely not among monster trucks Martial arts made me fall apart and even in run clubs I try too hard But this afternoon I found myself among a different caucus Just doing what I do, adventuring
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Ships at Sail
To her dismay I texted my friend, That ship has sailed And I didn’t say far away To some, it may seem like I’ve failed Like I’m scared to move on What if I like my island? Well, maybe it’s more of a peninsula Something I’m findin’ Is you have to figure yourself out and
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Chasing Ponytails
I look into the distance As my chest burns I’ve done this a million times Is there anything I’ve learned? I know them by their ponytails Those girls that are so fast I linger in their trails My stride can’t keep up They look so close but I don’t have such luck Reality is that
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Internet Letdown
Women’s haircut ideas online Show women’s printed-on faces that shine Perfect hair I went to the salon lokoing for it but it wasn’t there Just like that cookie recipe The one that left my husband hungry And I followed the directions That blazer online I wanted to buy Didn’t do anything to accentuate my thighs
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The Man in the Grocery Store
He pulled up next behind me in the checkout line He smelled like urine His garb was disheveled It was a bit disturbin’ Onto the conveyor belt he dropped a roll of frozen turkey The clerk looked at him He said, through an edentulous mouth, “Been eatin’ this stuff since I was thirty” His face
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What Are You Doing Here?
What are you doing here? You’ve been running I know where you’re from What’s with all your cunning? And why all the fear? Come out of that cave Let’s talk about everything I long to conversate To tell you the truth And to hear from you Let me show you where you belong
writings on life
gremlin fodder 