(x = space)
x
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Sorry, Uncle
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I haven’t
Liked
A thing
All day
Not the rest
That was
Too brief
Not the clothes
That are too worn
Well, in need
Of cleaning
Not the food or drink
That was too sweet
And filled me up
So that
What’s inside and
The rest of me
Are getting along awkwardly
At best
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Not the words I’ve set down
Drawn lines
Through
Made spaces
Tried to write again
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What to do on such a day?
Maybe nothing
I can take a break
Some might want me to
For one reason
Out of
Many reasons
I can pray
Prayer is an attitude
Telling me
I don’t have to write
To give, to send
Outside of me
Today
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It’s late
I breathe
The breathing’s warm
My body’s warm
It’s June
How much more
Revelation
Do I need?
x
Oh,
I’m not angry
Parentally to say
I’m only
Disappointed
Twist the blade
Why don’t I?
x
Well, I’ll pause
And look
Here there are
Words
And sorry for conceits
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I understand the beasts
In La Brea
Never got out
On their own
I’ll be with you
Tomorrow
Unsucked
From tar
Unstucked
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The bones of writing down
Enfleshed again
And on the move
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C L Couch
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Smilodon at the Page Museum at the La Brea Tar Pits
(image) by Dallas Krentzel – Smilodon at the Page Museum at the La Brea Tar PitsUploaded by FunkMonk, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18649097
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June 30, 2022 at 2:35 pm
some days are like that. Thank you for sharing.
June 30, 2022 at 11:17 pm
You’re welcome–and thank you! Wrote a lot–didn’t like anything. Sigh.