Bob Orr

The scar
on my wrist
still wider than
my life line
the width of
a glass
           pane

as if I needed
further proof
of an impulse
to choose
when anyway these
things take their
place . . .
              in the room

there are segments
of light from the streetlights
or the moon. I knew it would not
always be easy, with or without you.

I will fry
tonight’s dinner
tomorrow for breakfast.

© Bob Orr

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Last updated 11 May 2001