I take back what you have stolen and in your languages I announce I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
Margaret Atwood

19 June 2018

tuesday

most of us won't make it past tuesday, not for the monday mourning of routines
like the heartache of the one-night stand leaking through
the rude awakening, facing stolen kisses in the mirror self
the wastebasket filled with discarded condoms
lost minnows silver-fished from the trap
of a vagina-psyche hungry for some root -
no, most of us just won't make it past tuesday
as time errupts into a slurry of the tiredness of being -
of reaching for the unknowns
peopled by a thousand and one reflections in the dislocated streets
much like kittens are wishes for the cuddling, until some other jarring reality snaps the neck,
and we mew and cry for our souls, already dead -
it will be miraculous if most of us won't make it past tuesday


sharing on Real Toads: The Tuesday Platform

13 comments:

  1. I feel quite relieved to be reading this on Wednesday, but do I know what you mean..? I have had days and weeks like this in the not so distant past:
    as time errupts into a slurry of the tiredness of being -
    of reaching for the unknowns
    peopled by a thousand and one reflections in the dislocated streets

    I love your 21st century, Eliotness.

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    1. LOL@ do I know what you mean?

      Fair question - and I appreciate your honesty -
      I'm not sure even I know what I mean ... other than to suggest time reflects back in the mirror and moves along as it will, while we fudder about with the daily (a)musings and essentially inconsequential, because in the moment, we believe it to be so vital, yet is it really?

      at any rate, they're just words scrapping with themselves ... no more than this, I suppose - but thanks for stopping in and taking a few moments to comment -
      as for the weariness? it is tiresome and exhausting ... still we carry/soldier on ...

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  2. I know exactly what you mean. And sometimes life becomes so hectic that we can hardly keep track of the time. Powerful write!

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    1. thanks Sanaa - time does run away sometimes, blink, and miss it!

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  3. It's a hard life, Pat, with just a smidgen of pleasure and gratitude thrown in now and then.
    My story. When I was stationed at Fort Bliss Texas Mrs. Jim once went back home for a couple of months to help there. That meant I had to move into the barracks for two months.
    One of the young privates had fallen in love with a prostitute in Juarez, Mexico. Several of us cadre decided he needed to be accompanied for his safety there. Two of us would go with him every visit.
    When we came in, it was like a bar with a counter and tables. But there were young ladies sitting chairs all around the edges of the room.
    When we sat down, right away a woman would leave her spot and come trying to sit on our laps. We shoed them away as soon as we could get them to go.
    Meanwhile the young soldier and his lady friend would go to and through a door having a lighted first-aid cross above it for a health inspection. We didn't see him until it was time for him to come back onto the room.
    That's about as much as I know about this profession and business. Probably too much, but we were helping our soldier friend. He appreciated our coming.
    ..

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    1. that is fascinating Jim - what a story indeed - really, filled with both the sadness and tragic aspects of a hard life, not only for those in uniform but also for those out of it - and of course, these types of stories cross all boundaries and territories; and offering to serve and protect a comrade, without judgment or reservation, even if it pains one's heart, is perhaps, the best gift one can offer someone

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  4. I really need to get out more! 🤭

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  5. There are times for us all that life can seem overwhelming. You have captured that powerfully here.

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  6. Wow, I so relate some days. I especially love the kittens - "wishes for the cuddling". Bravo!

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  7. By Friday we may be reptiles communicating via dream sequence, or something. Chilling.

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  8. Sacred and profane simultaneously. Bravo!

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, I greatly appreciate it.