My Life's Work

remembrancer


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

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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

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While I long for the messy warmth of crowded kitchens

and the bank accounts dedicated to a child's success


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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

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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