i am concerned

with bad eyesight and unevenly worn shoes

chipping paint and scratched records

singing out of tune through white teeth

creased pages, lost wallets, stolen glances, things not said

hanging up and walking out

and bottles. let's not forget those bottles.

i am bothered

by unreturned messages and

new clothes - being unaware of

changes - that have already been worn in

and this daily disaster

that i call ____

("and when i say 'ell-you-vee', you better believe ell-you-vee.")

i am afraid

not of the contents, but of closet doors themselves

a head turning away quickly

-deliberately-

ignoring

eye(s) : am afraid of

another again and again

a third time charm

- truths that beg the question

oh, and bottles.

i am

an orphaned list

caught in a

you

what is this sky

what is this whirlwind

what is this air

what is this this

don't tell me about gravity.

i am

an orphaned list

caught in a

you