She showed up
Only when
She felt like it,
Which wasn’t
Very often.
She had no force
To propel herself beyond
How she felt,
No commitment
Except to feeling good.
Her feelings were
The teaspoon
By which she allotted
Her participation in life,
And she didn’t think
Her presence
Made much difference,
So she wasn’t
Very present
Even when she was.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
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