Tomorrow
Damn my feet
the things attached to my aching legs
World. Don't you just get so tired?
But then God made heating pads
and God made laughing
allowing our lips to stretch just enough
enough, I guess, to get up the next day
I keep looking at tomorrow
the date made so solid on a piece of paper
Monday, Sunday, laundry day
it grounds me, directs me
tells me to get up the next day
I'm not satisfied with this ending
I think I think too much
So tomorrow, I won't think
I'll just get up
Copyright © Kimmy Holmes | Year Posted 2008
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