goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,
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poem: Slow Sort of Life

Slow Sort of Life


It would be so easy to go on this way
until we are older than we would think -

already, our lives composed of comfortable
routines: of television shows, too much food
at night, the sound of husband snoring in our big
comfy bed next to the book room where I type words
to music, write in my paper journal, watch bad films
on Netflix, gradually cocooned in this slow sort of life.

This slow sort of life where our four cats
greet him at the door when he gets home from
work, then he takes his shoes off, enters the
dining room with mail from the box, sound when
it touches table like a bell to ring me from my
room, usual discussion: work & what's for dinner.

It would be so easy to go on this way
until we are older than we would think -

already, our lives composed of comfortable
routines: conversations that I must pull like
strings of celery caught in these crooked teeth,
frustrations of a slow sort of life grate against
the inside of my brain, my body, my eyes, everything
that wants more than anything he could possibly give.

It would be so easy to go on this way
in this slow sort of life but I will not.

- adp, 22 November 2016 @ 11:48pm
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Topic - Week 1 - therealljidol: I need the struggle to feel alive
Tags: poetry & prose
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