The Internet Is Down
the internet is down
This is an opportunity to clean
to bake
to cook
to sort and wash clothes
I glance at my debris, and wander off, depressed
how soon before the internet is back on?
My husband has no answers.
I click on the tv set
there is no picture.
How can I function with the internet down?
I feel moldy, dank, stagnant.
Like the pile of clothes in my bedroom I do not want to sort.
Confused, I sit in my chair, half alive.
Unsure what to do.
I feel down like the internet.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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