before breakfast and after dinner

before breakfast and after dinner          September 16, 2016
what an odd dance this is
that you text me from bed before breakfast
eight thousand miles away
and i write about wanting
you but never say
how i feel

you say
i am on your mind
when you wake up
i wonder
do you feel this too?

this friendship
is a dangerous dance
for if we hold too close
if we are
how we want to be
we will
too much.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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1 Response to before breakfast and after dinner

  1. m says:

    Tonight I’m too tired to write anything new and I suppose my regular readers are probably wondering where the poetry has gone on this blog. Have no fear, it will return! I’m still in an uncomfortable phase of life so thank you for bearing with me and sticking around!


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