I
know that I spend far too much time
eyes
tilted upward
that
cars are the only reason I hate winter
that
I’m happiest when I’m reading books.
I
know that God is something I’m not able to understand right now
that
I couldn’t survive a hurricane
that
a good tube of lipstick can lift you out of a depression.
I
know that you should never put a bra in the dryer
but
that no one ever washes them by hand.
I
know that my hands aren’t weathered enough
that
my feet aren’t calloused enough
that
I’ve stopped trying to fix either of those problems.
I’ve
stopped trying to fix a lot of things.
I’ve
stopped a lot lately.
I
know that I haven’t been taking enough time to write poems
I
haven’t stopped long enough to find them in the tree branches
and
long walks home
in
the curry bubbling
and
showers-
there
are a lot of poems that I should have stopped and wrote in the shower.
I
know that I should stop dwelling on all the things I’ve
missed
or
broken
or
wrecked
since
I stopped.
I
know that I am probably not going to wash the dishes in a timely manner
that
I’ll forgive myself anyway
that
dishes mean so little at the end of the day.
I know that I like this poem (and Laura's too). I know that I will probably never do this write a poem a day thing, but I hope I'm wrong about that.
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