More than Zero
One less fist through drywall
probably wouldn’t have kept me here,
but you could have at least tried
not to swing at something we painted
together, as if three coats of semigloss
were cement around those combat boots
I was always tripping on in the hall.
One more rosebud in a dainty vase
wouldn’t have kept me here,
but at least one is more than zero.
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this evokes the feeling of ragged and tired for me. so wry about what isn’t good enough. this is amazing.
Thanks so much!
yes to:
“One less fist through drywall
probably wouldn’t have kept me here,
but you could have at least tried
not to swing at something we painted
together”
Thank you
I like the specific details, especially the combat boots that were tripped over in the hall
Thank you for reading!
Fantastic write!
Thank you!