It...

IT IS everyday
like everything that you do: waking up
washing the face
brushing the teeth
combing the hair
defecating on the
throne
in the comfort room
taking breakfast
reading the news
watching tv
waiting and going
and coming back
on the table
searching for words
to mark your day

above all those
rantings
take the cure: write, write,
write

they follow you and
read and say something
about you

perhaps it will matter
that your existence
is being confirmed
by all

you too stalk as they
stalk you

it is fair then.

They are your ITs
And you are their
It too.

but actually it would have been
a better world

if we did not write at all.
simply because
we have chosen the
right course:

talking.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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