#1028747 added March 11, 2022 at 7:45pm Restrictions: None
Moot: Hold It Together, Mother
I’ve been expressing myself for a very, very long time now and unnecessarily moot
I hear water dripping in the sink.
I can’t move.
Cats at my feet clean up
the plate I put down —
licking taking forever.
Stuffed animals on a cluttered table,
faces cut off, stare blankly,
replaced by painted, oven-baked expressions,
some kind of art,
takes three hours away from overdue schoolwork,
with a term nearly ended,
one more truant letter to come.
Mother at the bar now,
after work on Friday,
our saving saint, a stalwart,
family matron —
slides under bar chair.
Does not want to act her age
among co-workers,
and I wonder:
how long helium will last,
when will Elon Musk move to Mars
to get away from us,
men deranged with power
before the meteor strikes,
making this all moot.
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