August.
The AC’s not working, and
the washer died. The fireplace people
say there’s naught to be done
but rip it out and start again.
The garden’s on life support—
even the mint, which has a life of its own
(mostly)
which makes even making iced tea a chore.
The escalators are out at
the supermarket
and the mail is late.
My dentist wants to pull four wisdom teeth
despite my fervent “not now!”
and every meal for which I have ingredients
is one I have no taste for.
Everything in my closet is
frumpy
and my hair is an exploding dandelion.
I am reminded at the pharmacy
that I need
a shingles shot
a flu shot
a hepatitis A booster.
My laptop’s inundated with
files to delete
files to organize
files to destroy
And I am tired.
Too tired to fight the dentist.
Too tired to establish order in my disordered life.
Too worn down to see
that better days are coming.
October.
Maybe.
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