Coming Back.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

pressing the orange.
it is not you that feels the pain
or the
pressure.
someone else does it for you
as you watch
when he twists his fingers and his face
but you
have other things to see
with the gladness of your
heart.

she sings a song early this morning
after she bathes herself
in extreme coldness
and i wonder why she did not use the hot shower.

it is the coldness of the morning
that makes her sing
as i still put myself under the thick cover
of a thick blanket.

this denial.

early shall she move out.
no word is wasted.

do not ask the meaning of moving out
it can be painful

reinvent the word, coming back, redefine it.
who knows?