2010
07.17
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.
New poem up by Megh Wright ; http://amphibi.us/all/several-pieces/
RT @amphibius: New poem up by Megh Wright ; http://amphibi.us/all/several-pieces/