You come to meditation by thread
and hook, shutting as many doors
as you can between smiling
frustration and the rise and rise
of voices—smoke-deaf, she tends to loud
and knows something
of everything—used to solitude
you now crave it like drink
stealing sips in any dark corner
stitching round and round
because you can
use another pair of socks
and it’s too early for bed
Which is why they say, “Put a sock in it!” 😉
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Ha!
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Oh dear! Not too early for bed if you have a headache, or have suddenly come down with a horribly infectious disease that no one should be exposed to. 😉
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Lol, of course! What was I thinking? 🙂
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🙂
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I first read this as fictitious disease, which is of course, hilarious.
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a horribly fictitious disease!
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This sounds like it should be a play we’re collaborating on.
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It is!
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This must have been one of those weeks…(K)
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And I guess it was, because I totally forgot to reply to your comment. 🙂 All better now!
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Good news!
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your quick, sure descriptive details of the house guest are very well done. they allowed me to put myself in the position of the persona, and i could feel the irritation! hm. now i wonder why my wife spends so much time knitting.
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There are all sorts of reasons to knit. 🙂 Thanks very much for your kind reading of this.
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