Thursday, August 14, 2014

Headline Poem 8/14/14 -- Mid August

Mid August 

I'm not sure I have much to say today. 
I feel like my weathered arm chair,
worn in and used, 
but not in a bad way. 

My chair is a place where I rarely sit. 
If I'm still, I'm usually asleep, and that's it. 

My dogs take turns warming up this space, and it's obvious by the 
and tears,
and edges, it's completely 
in need
of being restored. 

But. I'm not gonna. 
I'm keepin things
how they are for now 
I'm tired, 
and like my chair, 
I've never been more 
than I am