Is There Anything More Depressing Than A Single Middle Aged Man Waiting For His Chinese Food On A Sunday Night? by John Tustin

When the early evening consists of a long walk in the cold
Imagining walking in a pair

When there is no chance the phone will ring
And a wonderful woman will tell him
He’s wanted

When the rest of the evening consists of dirty dishes from the night before,
Preparing for work, dirty laundry
Silent air
A malnourished will

The night is
The words of long dead poets
A new episode of The Simpsons
The children’s empty beds
Of course

Eating pork with broccoli

The fortune cookie
Unopened and

Waiting for sleep
The only thing he’s waiting for
That will actually come

John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on Elba. His published poetry is available at

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