“Don’t judge” by Sasha on her couch


Tuesday September 22, 2015
10:38pm
5 minutes
from a calendar

You, trying to get the stain out of your purple shirt.
Me, typing like I’m getting somewhere, pretending.
Ryan Adams on the stereo, trying to be Bruce Springsteen.
I just explained ovulation to you.
You just made yourself a protein shake for dessert.
It’s an average night, it’s a normal ten pm at our place.
You put the kettle on for bedtime tea.
I type like I’m making progress.
Am I making progress?
I keep thinking about time and whether or not I believe in it.
As a concept.
You, trying to get the stain out of your purple shirt.
Me, watching you, fingers moving, writing a poem about right now.
This minute.

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