In My Mind
I wished for a flood
Because it is easier to throw away wet things.
But it did not happen.
A fire flicked across my mind, but was quickly discarded.
I hoped that God did not even sense this in my mind.
I dared not even let the whole thought in,
For fear it would be realized. A fire destroys everything.
Why is completely entertaining to go through other people’s piles,
When we are notoriously reluctant to go through our own?
Because it is such drudgery.
I was handing over the last of the things
I felt I could comfortably discard today.
It should have felt like a relief.
It could have been,
If I had been more cutthroat.
I have kept at least twice as many things as I should have kept.
Maybe when you get older and you have to pare down to a room
Full of stuff for a small apartment it is a relief.
Maybe it forces you to really look at everything in
A whole new way.
Here I sit, surrounded by my own maniacal idiocy, in the midst
Of things that no one else will want for any reason when I am gone.
It would be so handy to know your end date.
Right?
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