I will never
I will never be in the best of American poetry or Israeli immigrant society. I will never be teacher of the year or greatest father in the world. I will never be that amazing lover or best friend for life of thousands. I will never be anything listed by one to categorize the rest of us. I will never be— except on occasion someone to sit and drink some wine with while discussing the world and saving it over and over again— from people like us.
Fuzz inside my head, like mold, clouds—and thinking leaves me sleepy without dreams in the desert sun, drying out.
Originally posted on FB 12 Aug 2013
i Cheese, salty snacks, crackers, milk, oral care, chocolate candy, eggs, yogurt, fresh produce, and cookies— for a poem. ii Premium brands and ethnic explorers on a fresh and healthy sea, quick & easy home cooking & grilling— call it natural living. iii Consumer demographic bands of data-driven replacements for hands crafting the thing, the word, a thought.
Categories: Digital Art, poems, Poetry, Writing
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