I bend to the familiar,
the routine.
I know how the day goes,
before it goes.
one foot before the other.
what I will eat,
or drink, what clothes
i'll wear.
I will drive to work,
in silence, and return
home when enough is done.
I bend to the familiar.
the structure of what
I've created, often
unwilling to change, or
have anything come undone.
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
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