Saturday, April 2, 2016

Besides I need to be asleep by ten pm.

I thought in vain for words that made sense,
And then to combine them to not cause offense:
I'm working; I'm broke; I'm tired; I'm sick;
I'm having intrusive thoughts about that icepick!
No, that's psychotic. But I could be in pain,
Wheezing in damp, so kept in by the rain?
I'm brushing the cat? I'm washing my hair?
I'm trapped by a brat? I've nothing to wear?
'So, will you be there?' the request, repeated
'I guess it's the truth then' I thought, defeated.
'I'm sort of...,' I started, 'It's that... you know?
There'll be too many people. I don't want to go.'

:(

1 comment:

  1. The truth is always the easiest one to come up with, though not the least vulnerable...love this.

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