Listen
I’m tired of her
I’m tired of hearing her
I’m tired of seeing her
Since she’s on her way to good health
or on her way to not-so-bad health
Her complaining and her refusals
are symptoms of a petulant child
I have no patience for
Since she’s going anyway
I wish her gone already
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April 5, 2009 at 8:28 am
poeticgrin
I would feel the same way.
I’d like to see you hash out this confession a little more, simply because I think the subject is more unique and it can be one of those that leaves the reader feeling sick in both their view of the situation and their recognition of themselves in the speaker’s role, i.e, we all would be impatient and outdone.
What is a horrible (but natural) human quality here is also a poetic gold mine.