I take trash to the street
like shift change
make power
come through the wires
roof still standing
for this long
maybe payroll
will come through next week
all this comfort
could get blown apart
and my joy is dishes
my heaven is laundry
and no one stops me
from clearing the empties
before lurching in
with another round
Dear Bob,
If you, as writer, wanted the reader to feel and understand that this crushed and fatigued hamster is taking a break from his endless wheel of life by sucking on some fermented grain he has kept tucked under his shavings, then you have succeeded. Well done. No excuse necessary.
Love, Marnie