bitter may come first
but sweetness is better than
pain ~ killer of hate
.
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tuning out ( v of v )
fabric unravels
he travels to work early
passes my body
.
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tuning out ( iv of v )
i’m left
each evening
after i’ve served
supper, he’s bone-
tired
of
me
.
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tuning out ( iii of v )
bedroom breath-full
sofa swallowing me-me
emptying what’s left
.
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tuning out ( ii of v )
tv flickers on
starving me nightly drip feed
contented, he sleeps
.
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tuning out (i of v)
ironically, it’s
in the living room i die
alone while he sleeps
.
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believe it or not
dogs read poetry
out loud in packs or alone
when you are not home
.
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life was flat then
i find my stairway.
it’s steep. i don’t mind the climb.
it leads to my heart.
.
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business man
he pecks me ; a quick-
seething kiss as he heads off
to do his business
.
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lightness of time being
dandelion pinched
in pavement
remains yellow
despite white
seeds’ ache
.
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