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|Posted: Fri Jan 26th, 2018 11:01 pm||
in media res
|I loved this.
The title alone just grabbed me. Who'd a thunk a poem about doing
such a universal, habitual, necessary activity?
"I would leave them right there
then do them all in a flurry
before you arrived."
Every man knows this. Maybe every woman. Every couple.
"But now that you're not coming back"
Ugh! Ouch. A swift, unforseen kick to my heart.
But, is it a death or breakup?
It matters not. Brilliant. We do not need to know. A sudden sense
of abandonment. Loneliness. Desolation. The jar is empty.
"I did not think this. More visual -
entering the retina from the mind."
"A message from one of the many futures
you left behind."
(I think I am going to have to have a drink tonight.)