2010
07.17

I waited until I felt the
unimportant, repetitious, traveling,
and purposeful distractions,
some kind of irritation
I could “actually” apply,
something I really allowed
to define me.

I doubt he’d ever want to,
because my generation is,
and I quote, “me, me, me.”

I want a vacation.
That’s the only place where
I picture a “pic” of him
absolutely exhausted,
physically losing,
changing his life in a big way.


© Megh Wright, 2010
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  1. New poem up by Megh Wright ; http://amphibi.us/all/several-pieces/

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