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Jun 16, 2005 21:26

You are a glare on the tv screen
Just irritating enough but no so
much to make the effort to get up
and turn the light off.
A lump in the mattress.
Right were I lay, making any
position uncomfortable, but
not enough to get up and move
to the couch.
You fade from my day as quickly
as the memory of the pulp in
my pulpless orange juice.
I poured it down the drain mad
but I didn’t care five minutes later.
A stain in the carpet
that shows no matter where you stand
its there and its bright,
but not enough to replace the flooring.
You become a part of the picture.
The daily routine the glare, the lump,
the pulp, the stain
everyday they are there, quietly ignored
while I walk from room to room
Are you still here?
Sometimes I forget to look.

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