stretched on the sheets before dawn
with the milk float drone intro to the songbirds
or
curled under the quilt way after dusk
with cab doors slamming after drunks stumbling
my
mind runs thru inevitable conversations
playing all roles
keeping outcomes limited and realistic
like
sick-time work meetings
and
three-pronged drs appointments
and
that thing to bring up about that thing
thats best to do in the car
getting that ride
to that place, wednesday
and
work-chat weekend anecdotes
and when its out of me
and happening
in the limelight of grease paint time
it
seems
to
me
like
no one else bothered rehearsing at all
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