My soul is tired
of stretching,
trying to reach the corners -
just wants to curl up like a cat
in the sun, for days
and then more days
waking only to stretch
and re-curl.
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I remember all of you:
Moments pop into my head,
worse than an old commercial
I didn't even realize I knew
but that settled in my brain
nontheless
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I unravel them like a spool,
unwinding slowly
keeping them from tangling.
I let them drop to the floor,
one by one, color by color
as inocuous as a craft project
sending specks in sunlight
drifting up
and making precious room
on the shelves