Sometimes it feels like my life
has been reduced
to meal times and nap times
and cleaning up inbetween
trying to catch up
but never quite getting there;
frustration my dearest friend
(the kind you'd like to keep at arm's distance,
but who nevertheless clings to you at parties
and drones on and on about that last
wonderful vacation they took)
and monotony
some strange bedfellow you wake up to
morning after morning,
wondering how you first met.
(Originally posted June 2, 2009)
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