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a poem by Timothy Gager (2 of 2)Starting a poem with “sometimes” is really weak
life makes me so sad. I stay in bed till late morning go downstairs, fall asleep on the sofa, the television sound in my dreams notes, a Burmese python ingested a six foot alligator which woke up and chomped its way out, the poor snake exploded, the sound of the commercials wakes me every ten minutes or so, till finally I am aware enough to talk to my fish they are white and orange, one of them is blue with black spots, their mouths move, they say nothing, but I understand their "feed me," I know it's what they want, but I'm also too big for them to suck me in but they would if they could their little stomachs would blow wide open but I wouldn’t fight--I'd die in the drink, I'm way too tired and the house is dead empty, "no floor too cold," darn chill bleeds through my thin socks it's all I get for being awake |