5.3 Tide

by Eric Chaet

Please don’t try to please me.
I don’t want to please you.

I’m so tired of trying to please everyone.
I look up—they’re dissatisfied again.

Please don’t try to entertain me.
I don’t want to entertain you.

I’m so tired of performing.

Just don’t get up & go away when nothing’s happening.
Something momentous will happen momentarily.

I can’t describe it.
I have no words for it.
I don’t know what flavor, pitch, or intensity it’ll take.

I have hopes—but I don’t want to speak of them.

Let’s wait, & talk—after the tide turns.

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Picture: Renoir