Lather, Rinse, Repeat

what’s this, more tears

how
is that possible
in this bleu world sans surprise
how

nevertheless
never
the
less

here they are, the tears
each
familiarly marked and named
with our inimitable brand of sorrow

this empty bed trembles
‘neath the weight of their descent
and
this swollen heart threatens
to bank and crest and beat
no more

but is it worth it still
is it
worth
           it
still

oh do not ask me that
tonight
do not ask me that
                                     again
tonight

no, not tonight
© s rogers 2 may 2010

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