All day my eyes itched
as if they were allergic
to viewing my life.
Bad reaction
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All day my eyes itched
as if they were allergic
to viewing my life.
Busyness is best
to occupy, medicate
you. Endings are hard.
You’ll never again
feel pain, joy both at once. Be
so at odds with life.
When you unburden,
you hope listeners will care.
Yet some could care less.
When we run out of
batteries, we sacrifice
the TV remote.
I saw the losing
candidate cross
the empty parking lot.
Chuck tests our house for
energy efficiency.
We’re tight as a drum.
Hadn’t realized the
thermostat had to be set.
Freezing at 60.
Brought in the ficus
tree. Fallen leaves fly about.
Wind whispers, “snowfall.”
Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.