Today is a day
when I don’t feel enough.
Work today was a waste,
by days end the headache had settled in,
and I hardly even enjoyed the dinner,
which stewed in the slow cooker all day.

The kids went through their routines.
I let it happen without much thought
to the preciousness of time.

Today didn’t feel precious.
It felt ordinary,
like practical shoes, or
a scratchy sweatshirt
that you only keep because
it bears the name of a beautiful place
you once went.

Nichole M. Dulin


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