by angeliska on February 19, 2003

in another life i come home late,
it’s dark and i live alone
i sit on the edge of the bed and kick off my shoes
flick a switch and music floods the room though i leave
the lights off..
the street light pours in from the window
artificial moon..
there’s no one but me
no one to wake up with the music
no one to come home to
no one to answer to save myself
for the various messes,
the tasks, the toils-
all mine.
i can sit and contemplate it
in this other life,
are things less complicated?
i couldn’t tell you.
it’s not the life i have

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