Category: habits
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Old coffee
Years ago, I had a secretary Who’d lecture me on coffee cup hygiene Wash away weeks of hard earned residue I’d tell her coffee was too weak That old coffee added just enough flavor To the Folgers in my cup She’d walk back to her desk, mutter You can make the coffee tomorrow Next day,…
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Inside out
our closet is a mess clothes in need of darning worn out clothes without hangers clothes no longer fit the body I’ve started wearing clothes inside out looking for a silver lining searching in seams for a gleam 7-27-20
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Monday morning
Monday morning I feel anything is possible I have an entire week ahead of me filled with goals and tasks Monday morning the New Yorker magazine comes With new poems and essays to enjoy subtle cartoons to ponder Monday morning I haven’t made a mistake all week But if I don’t put down my New…
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The Couch
Change your filthy clothes Before you sit on the sofa Don’t put your feet on the couch If you want to sleep go to your bedroom Sit up straight, so three people can sit down Those cushions don’t belong on the floor You two keep your hands to yourself This ain’t no whorehouse When your…
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Burnt incense
No one wraps the news with a rubber band throws it up on your porch to read at leisure anymore Talking heads deliver it hurled in sound bites – abusive verbal beatings I receive mine from my news feed refuse to be yelled at by the properly coiffed and groomed Sitting on the porch reading…
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A Poem for Mark Galli – Thank You
Speak out even if no one listens Whisper if only your friends can hear Sit silent and they believe you approve 1-2-20
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‘Social conditioning’ or ‘If Pavlov’s dog cleaned his own doggie dish’
My dishes drip dry – Don’t yours? Do you sometimes see a towel Hanging on the refrigerator door And Mom echoes in your amygdala The dishes aren’t done until They’re dried and put away But you resist the urge to dry your dish And scream in your head – Oh hell no I am the…
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Morning commute
Before the sensible rise you rise Sit on the edge of your bed listen to her breathe Ponder years of falling unconscious beside one another One eye on your sideview mirror you pull forward into traffic Warning: Objects in mirror are closer than they appear 11-6-19
My husband's poetry 