I wrote this poem first by speaking it (the audio above) and then transcribing and revising it here. I think I might try this method of poetry more.
There are times when time stretches like
(I want to say taffy but
that’s been said too many times before)
(I want to say taffy but
that’s been said too many times before)
it stretches like waiting
for water to boil or
(I presume) for a baby to be born
for water to boil or
(I presume) for a baby to be born
in the waiting room (probably
in the operating room as well)
Like how dogs must wait
in the operating room as well)
Like how dogs must wait
for us to come home
each moment a forever piling
each moment a forever piling
piling on top of other forevers
quickly forgotten
quickly forgotten
the flatness of it
like a cloudless sky
like a cloudless sky