A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 152

Day 152: “Travel Ritual”


Why is it

That every time I go out of town

I fall apart before


I have to get everything done

And somehow I left everything for the last minute


As I’m writing this

I need to do the dishes

Put my clothes away

And pack


But I think I’ll just watch Secret Lives of Mormon Wives with my boyfriend


I can sleep on the bus

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