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


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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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