My Life's Work
I've been straining to stretch my smile
clenching my cheeks along with my teeth
as sweat soaks my smooth armpits
and my straight spine begins to spasm
exhausting myself to keep my comfortable life
of useless meetings and endless paperwork
as I content myself with expensive empty dinners
and my sculpted aching skin
While I long for the messy warmth of crowded kitchens
and the bank accounts dedicated to a child's success
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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There's no way back except through art and dreams. More as curiosity than criticism, I noticed that a lot of your most recent poems have four lines, four lines, and then two lines. What makes this form good for you?
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