Monday, June 1, 2009

Faint of Heart

The dishwasher is loud
so someone turns up the volume
on the big-screen TV.
I feel more solid than usual.
I can feel the fat grow in rings
around my rippling middle,
and I think of all the money
draining from my bank account
and all the flights I'll never catch
and all the faces I'll never meet
and I get up off the couch
and stare out the sliding-glass door,
wringing my hands.

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