My lips are bored
And my hands are empty.
Song lyrics and melodies are all
These ears have heard in months.
And you’re busy,
That awful four letter word.
My brain’s busy: endless frustration,
In anticipation.
Have pity, friend:
It’s to our benefit
To let our busy-ness rest; remind
Us how to stop rushing.


About BearsGrl8

I'm a geek, a "Supernatural" fangirl, a progressive, an introverted loud-mouth, a damn fine cook, a Bears fan, a Blackhawks fan, and a fantastic aunt.

Posted on September 14, 2014, in On Being a Woman, Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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