Fifth Day

I call this one “Too Much Not Enough.”

We run in circles.
We cry standing.

Outside is gray.
Inside is, too, until the baby plays peekaboo.

Tasks accomplished like springs; push them down until you can’t hold them back any longer and damn it if they don’t knock you over.

It’s way too much and not nearly enough.

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