The Body Poem Project: This Room Again

This Room Again

After a girl’s night out,

Belly rubs at 4 am,

Moon-shaped back pressed to me,

Getting up slowly from my bed.

Usual writing chair and posture.

Sunday with Sam, ready to vote,

At the table before 8 am,

Coffee and coffee cake eaten together,

Walking to the courthouse in my rain boots.

Usual writing chair and posture.

Morning: Dressed. Fed. Bathed.

Wrists fluid, all before 9 am.

In this body, displaced pain,

Growing silky hair covers my eyes.

Usual writing chair and posture.

A day off with Sam,

Before 6 am he does dishes,

Colder by day, skin wrinkling,

Running to drink my coffee.

Usual writing chair and posture.

After dying my hair black,

At 1 pm, the hairdresser cuts,

Adornments restrained strands,

Brushing the scraggles of my hair.

Usual writing chair and posture.

Sam beside me close this morning,

Sitting cross-legged at 9 am,

A squished pillow against pained back,

Stretching release for my stiff limbs.

Usual writing chair and posture.

Sitting on the couch beside Sam,

At 4 pm, 7 pm, 10 pm, onward,

Empty mind, only minutes to remember,

Playing a divine video game, my heart slows.

Usual writing chair and posture.

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