For the Sake of the Poem

By Linda Pastan

For the sake of the poem
the bed remains disheveled
    all day,

the dishes loll in the sink
like adolescents.  For the
    sake

of the poem a forest is cut
    down
to appease my appetite for
    paper.

A lover is betrayed in print;
hot tea and desire must

cool their heels,
for the sake of the poem.

I am an addict who needs
her daily fix of language.

Children are left uncombed;
unwatered, plants languish.

For the sake of the poem
old age is put on hold.

What wouldn't I do
for the sake of the poem?

 

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