Another wordless summer
My will to create either replaced by the listing gene
My little brain cataloged with case numbers,
Data for day sheets
Crammed full as a fly case and just as easy to carry around
I’ve written this way before
Flushing details away so that I can feel and see again
To discuss things that really piss me off or make me cry
Same thing really
I unpacked my house and set it up
Like a playset missing pieces
“Barbie’s Platonic Bachelor Friend’s Hideaway”…
My heart and my dreams lost in the move
Hand’s blackened from newsprint, no news is…
Show towels and a broken bed without a good story
To go with it
Then I look out my window and thank my lucky clouds
I have a home, devoid of