as I poured tea the glass one drip after another

I (drip):

thinking about last night’s thoughts

and did I really want to slip out of the car

onto the street or was that just be me being irrational


wondering how I’m going to keep A façade up

wondering how long before I can get another pet

if they’ll treat me nicely as a grandma in the future

if maybe I was wrong about living on my own


I’m calling bets on who is the most

handsome person in the room and

should I keep staring


or was I still confirming or denying

my intuition, was life imitating

art or was art imitating life?

Copyright 2015 Golden Star Poetry 

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