Poetry

The Rehearsal – A poem

The first poem I've written in 10 years.

rehearsal

My pillow soft, my mattress firm,

a bed fit for Sleeping Beauty,

but I might as well be in hell.

Many hours I lay awake

like an actor rehearsing,

I practice a conversation,

what you might say, what I would say.

The light is dim, but I see clear.

I fear that you will escalate

like water from a hydrant,

the emotions of a tyrant.

Yet if the past can predict

the result of this conflict,

our exchange when it happens

will not be as I imagine.


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