I could say
I’m hunched
though
I’m seated kind of
lazily – leg on couch
neck bent, ankle
sprain elevated
on green and white pillowcase –
typing
methodically
with a headache
from late payments
unpaid bills
and paranoia,
that could all sound
so sweet, so elegant
like the sound of a typing machine,
if only I was still a romantic
perhaps
I’d use big words to describe my feelings
but
for today
the clouds literally fill the sky,
there’s no check in the mail,
and I’ve got more work to do
at the finish
of this
poem.
Words Of An Average White Male 
A tiny reprieve and then back to life. I understand.
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Yes, back to life. Sometimes I question which one to hang onto longer though!
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The struggle is real, my friend.
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I love poetry that takes mundane (even frustrating) moments and makes them interesting and beautiful like this. Also, if it’s a non-fictional sprain I hope it’s on the mend soon š
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Thank you, my ankle and I are on the home stretch! It’s gone from painful to terribly annoying, but getting there.
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Interesting poems. I like your unique style.
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Thanks for finding them interesting, come back any time!
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