We Recycle on Thursdays

I write this on a Friday morning
My poems are like diary entries
Brief reminders of terrible moments
So maybe I can appreciate it more when things are better

It’s the way you prefer life without my kids
That pushes me away further
My life
You hurt me when I can’t change the unchangeable

And perhaps it’s the way that I keep f*****g up the garbage recycling
And the way the neighbor looks at me differently
Am I that different?
Could I be more far gone?

Waters were so calm a year ago
A pin would drop
And no one would hear a sound
Only silent cries in a master bedroom

Now, it seems all at once
The symphonies of chaos are ringing everywhere
I never catch a breath
My eyes don’t rest
And I feel a ball in my throat
Ready to release
And let out a muffled cry of five years