Alike

Thusis whatit
Leads ||

Charm

My mother arrives eveningtime
My father b*gins before my day
My sister at hours away to close
My brother openly likes a mirror

My sister at hours away to close
My father begins before my day
My mother arrives eveningtime
My brother openly likes a mirror

Maariv

In the early morning rage
a helpless quest
for ill-contorted shoes

In the daily afternoon wage
lunge and recoil
at tied time bound to lose

In the often night of age
uneasy excursions
(psst—“snooze that stays the snooze”)

In the praying midnight tolls
a semi-smile believed in
the beauty of the muse