Entanglements, a poem

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I couldn’t tell
if that was her voice,
or a wasp on the front porch

anon -
this is a poem after all -
the muttering started up
he doesn’t see what I do all day
she will get to it soon, don’t bother

his back sweaty, her
shoes torn up by rehomed dogs,
do-gooders to a fault

air: sodden with expectations
dogs: impatient and demanding underfoot
man and wife: wondering why

to resent
or to be the resented
that is the question

I busy myself with an unnecessary task involving a pillow and a sham
a task as unnecessary as many of theirs
alone in my room, muttering haiku to myself

one sister trying not to witness
the other’s self-sabotage

This is my entry to The Blockchain Poets community for their August challenge. The prompt is chaos.

It's been a while since my last post. I just finished my first year of studies and exams to become a homeopath. It's been a lot! What better way to get back into the game than with a bleak poem?

_{image is by Sophia Attebery, taken in front of my lakehouse during the big eclipse of 2024}