not remembering my dreams
too much happening in the wakening
change rides in always never stops
to look before plowing into everything
turning over tables spilling the milk
i sigh go to the refrigerator watch you
move in gather something else to drink
nourish you too though i’m not that happy
to have you at the table wait until you
feel more comfortable in that chair that
last week was mine i’m inclined to irritation
at times like this or if i can forget about
what is required of me i find it kind of laughable

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