To Drudgery
Why must you wait with me,
Drudgery, while other noses are out
Smelling roses? Do I solicit you
With a promise of lightness and air?
Do you imagine yourself – unloved, an invalid –
To be fair?
Truth be told, I think you suffer
Behind your one-tooth grin, having bitten
Too often into that old wooden apple.
Would you be willing – if I treat you
With sweet vapors and brush your long, steely hair –
To go away, just for today?
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