goddamnit, poetry.

goddammit, poetry
I want nothing to do with
your deadlines.

I know I romanced
the notion of greeting you, daily.
A theoretical cup of tea in
one hand as I slow dip you
into the loveliness of evening.

I have been a
neglectful parent.
A regret-ridden dog owner
ignoring the pawings on
the bedroom door.

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