Description: My own fantasy. A daydream of the animated version of what I donbefore my husband comes home.
The introduction is a theatrical facade -------------------------------------------
My voice is shaped by gnarly notty hands inside my throat
My lungs are pumped by greasy geared biomechanical engines
I walk around all day ticking like the hands of a clock
Awaiting the last hour like it is a measly minute away
In that time, challenged by every second, my pulse races to let my mind know
Still wondering, continually wandering
Inside the many chores that are to be chosen
We never finish
Fussily frettingly something is always left undone
As I lie on my back listening to the chatter of children
Bathing in the cool air of air conditioned bliss
Looking through the bottom of a glass
This business would seem to orbit around planet tedium
And thank God, literally, that is not the case
I really like this. I see it in my brain as your whole day being fast forwarded while you count the ticks of the clock .. It has a strong feeling of routine. Like this is how things go every day. Tedious but necessary. I really liked the line about listening to the chatter of children.
Funny, after twenty-one years I still watch that clock in the summer. The minute the door opens, my mood bounces off of his. Boredom never enters my mind. I'm fully engaged. That doesn't mean I don't have me time, but it's fit around we time.
Interesting description and imagery in this one that is definitely unique to you, Jaz.