turning the blog over to the words of two poets today: J. Whitebird and Vassar Miller
J. Whitebird (“poemail” postcard, 1990)
COMING HOME
by Vassar Miller (Small Change, Wings Press, 1976)
I quit waiting up for myself,
slop over in a burp and a yawn
kick my sense of adventure under the bed,
and curl up in yesterday’s shape.
I put my smile back in the garage,
hang up my manners in the closet,
tell my sobriety to take it easy,
and tuck my memories under the pile-up of newspapers.
I take my temper out of the freezer
warm up bad habits in the oven,
put the left-overs of my brain on ice,
and work my life back into its old shoes.
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