if my life was a sitcom

Oh, to be Samantha
in Bewitched or Jeannie
in I Dream of Jeannie,

Staring for hours,
autographed pictures
on my bedroom wall,

dreaming of a different
place with no compulsion
or obsession, only

once upon a time
and happily ever after.
Ten thousand yesterdays

ago, I left. Took the tiger
by the tail, never let it go.

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About sarah cosgrove

actor.writer.director.teacher
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2 Responses to if my life was a sitcom

  1. drakonig says:

    Unbalancing, and it makes you think =)

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