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© Kris Rodammer

you get what you give

© Kris Rodammer - Boston

domestic life

the mundane becomes my escape
into the gray spaces
devoid of thought or opinion
no need to overanalyze the trivial moments
when the only thing to do is clean up

emotion absent
pressed into the corners of the past
pinched and swept until the room is clean
almost clinical
but free from memory

water boils
pause momentarily
sit and watch the rivers stream down
the glass panes
habitually breathe cool air
across the meniscus of tea
and feel the steam on
the skin I thought was dry

dinner is another chore
the cracked hands working expertly
to stir and shake
what was cold and raw
into something appetizing

is it all for me
or just another show
for whomever may come by
I am living this prayer
to rewrite the ending I see

this is the act of the séance
to twist fate
and buy a new future
either way
it is time to put the past in the grave
and find energy in the routine
wipe the mirror so the glass is clear
and the spots don't distort the reflection.