Amending the Agenda
Five times a day, I’m forced
to make an agenda and hop
on a call and look
at my tired face. Five times a day
the coffee is ballroom dancing
in my stomach and the man
in the painting will never move
me again. I look to see
what my great grandmother was
doing on this day 32 years ago
but the page is blank. Every
day this month, her pages are blank.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026