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Sep 29, 2024
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Yesterday
I left the tap open.
For a few hours.
The misdirected anxiety
of leaving the stove on
makes me forget
about taps, feelings, people...purple-orange-red morning skies.
Oh,wait- did I remember to
turn off the stove?
Oh, wait- did I remember to
turn off the stove?
Oh, wait. Oh, wait.
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neopoet
9 months 1 week ago
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captain 2
9 months 1 week ago
wow
This feels like a deep and simple explanation of some kind of OCD. Anxiety over some small things causing you to miss your life. I don't know, but it feels like that to me. Great poem!
best, Captain
kowque
9 months 1 week ago
You got it
The joys of having ADHD with sprinkles of OCD ;)
Thank you Cap!
Leslie
9 months 1 week ago
Kowque
Another great poem friend. Hope you're doing well. You probably forgot to turn off the stove, better check it again! LOL!
kowque
9 months 1 week ago
Hehehehe
You never fail to make me smile.
Thank you for stopping by.