december 23rd, 2003
walden freeman
Posts: 511
i woke up to the smell of cider
another glass half empty
my room is cluttered
too many clothes don't fit
a salesman materializes in my neighbor's driveway
next to my window
and summons demons to cook spaghetti
and press expensive suits
that make sales pitches look nicer
my hands slide down my wall
until i find my lightswitch
has mysteriously migrated south
"i should open my eyes" i say to the other me
inhabiting as many inches of carpet
as possible for our frame
but i know i won't allow myself
to go on changing the current
because it's the present
that i'll have to wait for christmas for
another glass half empty
my room is cluttered
too many clothes don't fit
a salesman materializes in my neighbor's driveway
next to my window
and summons demons to cook spaghetti
and press expensive suits
that make sales pitches look nicer
my hands slide down my wall
until i find my lightswitch
has mysteriously migrated south
"i should open my eyes" i say to the other me
inhabiting as many inches of carpet
as possible for our frame
but i know i won't allow myself
to go on changing the current
because it's the present
that i'll have to wait for christmas for
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these are the sounds of our boardgame lives
yours is the face my faucet dreamt of washing
for all those minutes in classrooms
that went by too slowly too quickly
i still recognize other peoples' voices
but not my own
and i'd still like to apologize