Neglect

It’s easy not to pick up the laundry off the floor

And let the piles lay like mountains you’ve never climbed

To allow papers to fill the trash bins with no plans to recycle

And it goes on this neglect, this allowance of lazy

But it’s not where I’ve been

It’s Instagram, editing, and working each day. A roller coaster of goals and no play

Then trying to fit in that tight wedge, to coexist, but get peace-d out instead

You’ve accepted your lot, tried to turn the tables, but they aren’t turning baby, and nobody is playing

There are judgments and haters, then maybe like two takers

Once in a while when I stand in the field they come up to watch me, bat

That’s the play that I get

~Angela K. Crandall~

©8/17/19

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