Wednesday, April 13, 2016


I put them on the bus
Check the mail
Apply the makeup
Feed the cat
Seek out
All the wrong patches
To mend a tear
In my already deflated soul.
Make coffee.

I feel the crashing down
The cracking the breaking
The tearing and rending
Suffocating strain.
The shattering of the universe
That no one in the world

I make the dinner
Run the bath
Help with taxes
Fall into blackness
Watch some Cheers.

I can't
But I have to.

Is this all
Adult life is?