morning
strikes me
smelling
like a penny in nitric acid
I
get up and feel old then young then old
weigh
myself, shower later
eat
oats drink coffee
spring
is getting on, like a tarnished penny-whistle
the
future promises nothing but future
all
talk is enervating but here there are only cats
sick
of being grateful for small mercies
it
achieves nothing
this choosing of
little deaths over larger pains
I
don’t bother opening the blind
the
daylight is all x-rays this morning
the
needle of my life is stuck
and
I don’t use any more
thanks Kerri
ReplyDeleteA stirring piece. And so enjoyed spring as a tarnished penny-whistle; was blinded by the 'daylight is all x-rays' line. Great punch-line at end.
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