there there now

There There Now

The clock
ticks onward.

 

I need
to go
out into
the cold &
swing squeegee
if I
want to
stay free.

 

If I
want to
avoid being
put on
a geriatrics
ward with
my kitten
& my
books about
Jesus where
they’ll
tuck me
in at
night &
wipe the
tears from
my face,
uttering the
closest thing
they know
to a prayer:

 

“There there,”
they’ll say.

 

“There there now…”

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