you tell your wife
to be careful
as you slam
the cupboard
door on your knee.
You quit what you did
for a living because
you hated it
but can’t get
into another line
of work
because you don’t
know how to
do anything
else.
it is what it is.
no one is home.
often, in the scheme
of things
it isn’t
what it seems.
but, what it really
is,
is not uniformly apparent.
it’s liquefied
irrelevance
compounded
yet
not
nearly
as
serious
nor as
contradictory
as an
aching
gnat’s
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