Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.
Undone
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Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.
Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.
“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
Latex gloves. Cotton
swabs. Antiseptic. What would
MacGyver create?
Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.
Now she has time to
blow dry her hair while I rub
away sleep, then drive.
Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Listserv fight breaks out.
Among civil people, the
retorts well-researched.
“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.
“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger