I Never Know If Today Is the Last Day
Word play, captures me, takes me hostage,
Keeps me enthralled, Entranced, fascinated
Intrigued as nothing else can today
Obsessively manipulated by this passion
I am hopelessly at her mercy. Giving up other things,
Rebuking people, Held in willing exile by word play
She wakes me up with a line in my head.
At two or three many mornings.
Keeps me alive, not fully in this world,
But rather in a linguistic realm, where I could escape
I smile, knowing my personalities and proclivities.
When I stop playing with these squiggles and dots
I will walk away, cold turkey, wiping my sandals off
Never to pick a pen or a pencil up again.
Will it be soon?
That's the beauty of it.
I never know
until that day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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