Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Day 258, girl interrupted

I am interuppted at every
turn a ring, beep, buzz
Mrs. Gregory
dear valued customer
Hey Jen, can you...
I try diligently to be lost
in thought and wind up
interuppted by cherub cheeks
and blue eyes reflecting
in the rear view mirror
my time is not my own
I do not own my time
but everything happens
in its own time, I'd write
better, love better, know more
think more, change the world
perhaps if I weren't so interrupted
but that would not be the being
of me and mine, I fancy the interruptedness
protects me from my own inventions.

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