~foraging heartsease
there are days I dwell on the mundane
and find my deepest agony
in the simplest
things
those things I can't change
spilled milk and mosquito bites
lost keys and teenage sarcasm
and I wonder why
writing poetry won’t keep
the power on
and fighting doesn’t win anything
and crying isn’t cleansing
to the soul
and I wonder why
twenty-eight degrees in October
doesn’t make me shiver
and liquor never keeps me warm
and why these goddamn dogs
won’t stop barking at my ghosts
lah 10.5.11 ©®
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