My Life's Work
I've been straining to stretch my smile
clenching my cheeks along with my teeth
as sweat soaks my smooth armpits
and my straight spine begins to spasm
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exhausting myself to keep my comfortable life
of useless meetings and endless paperwork
as I content myself with expensive empty dinners
and my sculpted aching skin
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While I long for the messy warmth of crowded kitchens
and the bank accounts dedicated to a child's success
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Robert Quick
There's no way back except through art and dreams. More as curiosity than criticism, I noticed that a lot of your most recent poems have four lines, four lines, and then two lines. What makes this form good for you?