This Spring of My Discontent
I'm watching Sharon read. It's rained all day.
I can't keep still the way she does. If I don't
Get up, get out, move in some way, I think
I'll explode. I rise and walk into the kitchen.
There, I rifle several cupboards until I
Encounter something I can use: a popcorn
Package. Simply hearing kernels popping
Cheers me, and that's just as well, as I don't
Like to eat the things. When they are done,
I hatch a plan. I take the package with me
To the room where Sharon hasn't moved,
And start to pelt her with the kernels. “What
The hell is wrong with you?,” she asks.
I answer honestly. “I'm sick of rain, and also
Reading. I'm completely bored.”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-04-20 at 21:59
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