Tuesday, April 8, 2014

She
pours
the oats
and measures
out the salt, but words
are harder to count. Cold fury
boils over easy;
paper-thin
eggshells
break
fast.
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  1. Emily (Laundry and Lullabies)April 8, 2014 at 12:06 PM

    This sounds like my morning(s) all too often.

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    1. Elena JohnstonApril 9, 2014 at 6:49 AM

      Writing a goofily pun-laden poem about it doesn't exactly fix anything, but it does make it a little bit easier to get on with the morning and do what's gotta get done. Eliot didn't lie when he called poetry an escape from emotion.

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