September 24, 2009

#184 i worry

the way bad news sticks to him longer
the way he unloads his full weight into his chair
and the way he gets up from it
a chore
the way he sleeps in
but never looks well-rested
and his former passions
now seem mundane
and he, unawake
i worry that his bed does not remember being made
or his sink being clean
or his mail pile being empty

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