The poem explores themes of longing, confession, and the fragility of human experience. The speaker grapples with their own inadequacy in expressing emotions, reminiscent of a theatrical tone, and acknowledges the chaos of their surroundings. Capturing the mundane details of life, such as unfinished chores and pet hair, the speaker suggests these elements testify to a past where moments were not rushed. Ultimately, the piece moves towards a realization that longing encompasses a broader emotional spectrum, suggesting depth in human relationships and experiences beyond mere desire.
"I say, straight-faced, theatrical, my tone like someone's granny, half sugared even through the seeds. It's dumb, I know. I'm bad at this, inclined to leave it up to subtext."
"The day flat got away from us is how one might, with dignity, confess. I'm taking it as testament to what we didn't rush."
"Good Lord- I try again and spit. Forgive the utter glut of this, the counter's sour dishes, the heap of sheets undone, tufts of dog hair floating where the late sun hits."
"For so long I thought longing was the only song there is."
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