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I think
they call this an IMPASSE
a deadlock where
we’re at opposing sides of the law
immovable, infuriated
boiling, blowing steam out of ears
changing colors, seeing red,
ready to...CHARGE
like a bull charging a matador, though
which one are you…which one am I?
its silliness, really
can’t even remember what started it
half-an-hour earlier
we heard a sermon
'don’t let the sun go down'
but it did, then the moon came up,
and the sun too,
the message went right over our heads,
we slept, each at farthest sides of the bed,
and arose, you first, then I
awoke to headlights backing out the drive,
the hum of your very vintage Chevy pulling away
its 8:03 am now
already at work, early for a change,
we missed you at breakfast,
even the table was lone-ly
can’t concentrate at the moment, though
eyes fixated somewhere between
a blinking cursor and the moving of tree branches
outside,
swaying to a symphony of zooming cars
and other inaudible noises
“hello”
“I’m sorry”
“me too”
not a good night,
but at least another day
has begun.
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