A Mysterious Record of Life

In a lazy daze
awake all night asleep all day
refreshing browser screens
no sleep for the wary
no work for the sleepy
wondering what may come or
what may not in the next week
watching friends marry
we evaluate our relationship.

When is some bad enough bad?
Is it possible to love someone
while dragging him down?

What is this starting over and
why does it happen over and over
and why does it not happen now?

I am tired.
Tired of a full belly and a soft bed.
Tired of my lack and your cold eyes.
Tired of looking for love from my machine.
Tired of needing more than you can give
and giving less than you need.

What is to be done?
What is to be done.
What to be done isn't.
What is done?

It is done.

No paperwork tying us together
will we float apart
like the down feathers
pulled from a chicken long ago
sewn into these pillows?

Feathers falling down
from ancient pillows
stuffed by my grandmother
years ago
from butchered chickens.