How It Is

How unread books pile up. How coffee
doesn't make you lively after four hours
of apneatic sleep. How Neil Sedaka
still pounces on the piano with vim

 

and skill, sixty years after his first hits.
How 66 degrees in July never feels cool.
How Mayim Bialik makes your heart melt.
How you feel at home in the precincts

 

of Anglicanism. How you missed your Tuesday
writers' group, and was dejected all day.
How laundry is tugging at your sleeve

 

like a hungry tired child. How the cupboard
is bare of bread and cereal, the refrigerator
milkless. How spent you feel, always.





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Written on 2020-07-01 at 14:14

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, how much I relate to it. The top part of my bookshelves are full of unread books -- fiction from the diaspora mostly. And the line about coffee and Neil Sedaka made me smile -- I was watching his medely just a few days ago. Overall, a joy to read, this poem.
2020-07-02


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Pervasive exhaustion :( Reading this, I'm left with the wish for the speaker to be able to get some rest. At every line I found myself agreeing (ok, except for two points which you probably can guess). "How laundry is tugging at your sleeve / like a hungry tired child" - ha, effective image to render a sense of the nagging. Although sad, this is as always well written - merci.
2020-07-01


AFRODITE STATHI
So many questions without question mark.So smart.Enjoyed reading it truly.
2020-07-01