HERCULEAN FEAT

 

sometimes

walking home

from the train station

is a Herculean feat

 

Halfway thru

you realize

it’s been 36 hours

since your last movement

 

You walk along

enduring the heat

or the cold or the rain

 

butt cheeks clenched

you feel

a deep sense 

of obligation

 

It hurts

but you continue

You can hear

“Ride of the Valkeries”

in your mind

 

You apologize to the Jews

and keep walking—

grinding teeth and groaning

 

You will make it

and drop the first turd

into the bowl

 

otherwise

all your lectures to the dog

are suddenly

utterly without meaning.

 

 

 

 

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