Thursday, April 23, 2009


It used to be the unmade bed or unhung clothes signified
Something, perhaps that I didn't much care
How things looked or how they were,
But now it's more that I do not have the strength
To keep at it, to keep it up,
To clean it out or clear it away.
I think I liked it better when I was just lazy or shiftless
Than now when I can't raise my arms high
Or keep my feet moving for long
To defend myself against these greater evils and lesser challenges.

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