Ordinary Days by Donna Dallas

Some days
I forget that
I am nothing so
busy keeping
up with
the Joneses
that other person
of blind wind
zipping through the
streets fast and crazy
have to get
to work
attend the meetings
the PTA
grocery store
gas
all the places I need to go
then something happens
the dog pisses
on the couch
my kid is failing in school
I find
heroin needles hidden
under the mattress
of my bed
and my
dead
heart
is bleeding into
my pillow
I come back
to me
to the
nothing that I
originally was

 

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