Monotony
I could cherish the familiar more
If it didn't involve wasting away
Endless hours traveling
In the same circles. How many
More times
Will my tires turn on the corner?
All the things I wash will be dirty
Again soon enough. I will climb
Into the tub with a bottle in hand
To clean the things I clean with. I will drink
My weight in water, eyes swimming,
Teeth floating. I will sweep away dead
Leaves that will come back, faithful
Dogs with their sticks.
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