Tuesday, July 24, 2012


My eyes cannot 
stay open tonight. For weeks
I have longed

to pull back 
the thin sheet that separates
me from anxious

dreams; the kind 
where I'm waiting tables in some
vaguely familiar place 

and people are 
waiting for me to take 
their dinner orders.

The guilty panic 
starts setting in just as
I remember that

I haven't worked
at a restaurant for years.
Still, I feel 

them waiting for
me, just as I wait 
ever more impatient 

for just one restful night.

Poetic Bloomings #65 - Betrayal

1 comment:

  1. I love the way this starts and ends in similar ways. The structure reinforces the waiting, the impatient longing.

    Beautiful write. - Mosk



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