You mine your mind
For something that feels like
Inspiration.
Impulse.
Imperative.
I must. I must. I must.
But instead, I must do this and that and kids and laundry and time.
No time.
This is my time. This.
This is what keeps me sane, somewhere in the day when I am talking to myself, thinking and writing (and forgetting)
Forget me, forget what I said, forget those pieces that float away.....
on a breeze, on a phone call interrupting, on a derailed train of thought.
With no survivors.
