Last night I fell asleep
before you came home.
I dragged the dog out for a walk
but he hates the cold as much as I do.
He pissed all over the kitchen floor,
he despises being alone.
He ate snacks before bedtime
wallowing in loneliness.
You wanted to have sex
while I had creative writing on my mind.
My blue journal sprawled between
I want my head there, you said.
My pens took precedence
Patience was playing from my phone
I ignored you. I fought your lights.
You take it personal, but I’m a writer
and you know that I can’t interrupt
my flow. Sex came and went,
making love is for another lifetime.
I took the kids out for dinner
ate avocado rolls
with onion rings.
I said, it’s hard to be an artist
to be in a relationship,
I am preparing them
for the heartache, but it’s
If the one you’re with
does not understand what a woodnote is
or what defines you.
It’s a natural musical tone
or the song of
no one cares about trees
nature is becoming extinct.
The young and old have their heads
filled with useless information
young wolves writing poems
academia taking the back seat
poets knocking on your door
I am locked in;
Here we are sleeping together
never at the same time
chaos in our fear.
By Christina Strigas
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