The Alone Time

wake
go to kitchen
I am wheezing again
pull from fridge
ginger
slice it
on the cutting board
drop it
to the bottom
of green
tea
steep
for a
moment
these moments
made to
wait cause
frustration
add up
I only
wonder
what is
the end
result
of this pain
and where
does it
originate?
is it profound?
or did I
inhale a
bug
years
ago
and it crashed
my life?
spread
queasiness
to the
stomach
enflames
organs
the beds
scar
the wood floors
with love
four legs
the animals

I must
tip the
balance
with water hopes
not
stiff drinks
I have
loved the insane
the shallow
the beautiful
the broken
the restless
I have loved
one woman
at a time
and she
has always left
me questioning
my intention
as that is her right
holding my lung
in her little hands
the chastisement
thrashing I get
for a single breath
a single pennied pocket
frowning hard
my fate unknown
the hardest part
the worst puzzle

move to
that other room
sober tea
and somber
hot ginger
it’s me
and the ceiling fan
the rising sun
the alone time

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