(x = space)

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3 poems about room

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Waiting Room

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Lately, I’ve been angry in my dreams

I’m not sure what that means

I’ve argued with my mother

I’ve argued with former coworkers

Then I’ve left each encounter

To find a peaceful place, all my own

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Wanting Room

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I’ve not argued with God

In my dreams

I’ve not argued with God

When awake

I don’t argue with God

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Though I imagine

There was a time

When I must have argued,

When

Hurts were all

Too awful in the bearing

Of them,

And I didn’t want

To bear them

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Wanting relief, instead

Or at least a reason—

No, a reason

Wouldn’t be enough

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I wanted relief

From God

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Room

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I want room from the landlord*

Who makes me live

With paper-peeling walls

And ceiling and says he can do

Nothing

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I want room from doctors who

Don’t respond

To their own tests,

To tell me how to deal with

Possibly a broken bone

And certainly with broken flesh

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I want room

From people who don’t recognize

Me anyway

Because they don’t recognize

Anyone, anyway

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Each is in a world of one

While the rest of us are landscape

Statues in performance,

Performing when invoked

With snapping fingers or something

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I’ll take room

From that

From those,

Thank you

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C L Couch

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Photo by Holy Maria Lala on Unsplash

Palmerston North, New Zealand

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*(room, landlord = pun, sorry)

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