By Eric Meub
[Originally published on October 8, 2013]
The raven’s more than hoarse by now, he’s dead
of boredom. Duncan’s come again, fifth time,
and I’ve put fresh sheets on the sofabed
for Mac and me, sleepwalking past our prime.
The test results said I’d have been sensational
as a manicurist—see how clean
I keep my fingers—or a motivational
speaker, but I’d rather be a queen.
I showed such promise then: I stirred each thought
to action. Now my indecision dooms
me to a part without a script; the plot
unfolds in other castles, other rooms.
Can’t wash a spot away in this slow flood
of inactivity. It stains like blood.
| Copyright © 2014 by Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena. He is the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |  |
Old Macbethian lines still read like new. Thanks to Eric & Susan.
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