Fatigue, barefoot and menopausal
I crawl out of bed
To step on yesterday's toenail clippings,
A painful arousal!
Fatigue, catching no Valentines in my crying fishnet,
I dust off"I love you's" on the mantel of sentimental Kismet.
Fatigue, the clock is still set to Daylight Savings' Time,
Too tired to lose an hour, always running behind.
Sleepless nights, daydreamer days, my pen is my prowess.
Too tired for prayer,
I flick a moth off a hot light bulb,
"Where is God?
Does he care?
What's the rub?
Fatigued, I am in the tub.
If in my youth I knew what it was like to be tired,
I would have climbed that mountain of fire
I would have swam that river of ice
I would have kissed you five minutes longer
And looked in the mirror more
Youth critiques fatigue
I rise with dignity
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