Instead

I needed this poem today. Perhaps you do, too.

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‘if i decided to stop being a poet
what would i do instead?’     i asked
(my husband) the other night

the other night when it was late
it was too late to start cooking dinner
& the cattle dog who lives for order

requires order     & feels its lack
like her hackles feel static     she was pacing
between us     resorting to vocal admonishments

to higher-than-usual-pitched chortling     cajoling
someone to get with the program the other night
after gymnastics     & martial arts     & driving

driving in gridlock on multiple highways
after the shopping wasn’t done
after     & we were too hungry to cook dinner

after hunger became the side dish of the night
after my husband had worked all day
& beer number three hadn’t staved off his hunger

& hunger was a side dish…

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11 thoughts on “Instead

  1. A friend of mine said the worst job he had was peeling sprouts at some big hotel over Christmas for a little extra cash. He went to the toilet & noticed another room where they had to peel onions. His job wasn’t so bad after all.

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