Thursday, January 2, 2020

Wash and Repeat

It was definitely worth a try,
and he was willing to try anything.
I was just tired,
but at that point,
money had no meaning,
time had no meaning,
failure had no meaning.
He truly believed
if we could just find the right combination,
the miracle cure,
Jack and the Beanstalk’s magic beans,
everything could go back to normal.
But I wasn’t even on the same planet
as normal anymore.
Normal, Illinois.
I stared at the ceiling,
stared at the floor,
always sorry to disappoint.
Maybe the problem was
I didn’t believe hard enough.
Clap for Tinkerbell,
clap harder, kids!
I smiled my closed-lips half-smile.
It’s okay.
We’ll try again tomorrow.

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