Saturday, April 19, 2014

Getting trickier


It is getting harder to wrestle these words into short lines
to make them stay when told, lie down on command
they want to turn corners and shout
It is getting trickier to shoehorn these thoughts into blameless words.
The world is warring, the babies are needing a touch
And I am home alone with the artificial quiet.
Every few minutes the complexity doubles, and now I have to ask
my parents: is this forgivable? Am I stealing
your stories, your lives?

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