Red River Review
Established 1999
Similar by Christopher Strople
My head is filled
with drowsiness,
and
my eyes are droopy
the way
an old woman draws
a shade in her house
that is broken because
she is too old to fix it,
but
she wants to and she resents
that shade
just a little bit because
it doesn’t quite meet
her expectations, and that
only further reminds her
of her age and the fact
that she is old, and her life
is almost over, and it was not
much of a life
for her because she did not
make much of it, and it did not
meet her expectations and it was
just a waste really.
A big, mostly-empty, waste.
And the shade reflects that.
And my eyes are droopy like the shade.
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