Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Boredom Never Killed Anyone

No, but it can come close.

The beta fish we had for two years
watched me from his bowl with more
genuine interest than my husband.

The first time I told a man
I loved him I had already imagined
one I might love more.

Love can be like loading and running
the dishwasher, like the humming
at the end, the signal for washed clean.

But I have opened the door with my
eyes closed, just to feel the steam
on my skin.   To feel something burn.

--Joan Prusky Glass

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