Every Day’s The Same MAG

By Mariel B., New City, NY

It is dark, but not quiet. Window curtains hang,
only hang, and an alarm will not quiet
itself. I rise, I push it silent, stumble on mess,
grope for light. It floods the room like too
much water. Once, it was otherwise.

Noon, and I eat alone. Grape Nuts
crack between my teeth like guns.
I flick yesterday’s crumbs across
the table. On my way out there is fog
on the windshield and I smack a mailbox. Once,

it was otherwise. The bed is cold, mean. Tomorrow
hangs on windows; a sticky cereal bowl, an unmade
bed. I wish it were otherwise.
itself. I rise, I push it silent, stumble on mess,
grope for light. It floods the room like too
much water. Once, it was otherwise.

Noon, and I eat alone. Grape Nuts
crack between my teeth like guns.
I flick yesterday’s crumbs across
the table. On my way out there is fog
on the windshield and I smack a mailbox. Once,

it was otherwise. The bed is cold, mean. Tomorrow
hangs on windows; a sticky cereal bowl, an unmade
bed. I wish it were otherwise.



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i love this so much!

fandangopink said...
on Nov. 16 2009 at 9:00 pm
This is what I feel everyday of my life! My goodness.


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