My Living Space
“Wash your hands, wash your face, comb your hair
be polite, and eat what’s on your plate”
Geesh! I forgot what I was doing. I do have a list. Just in case.
Shit! There it goes out the window.
I knew I should have kept it in my pocket.
Transparent in the blur, I pass by houses
looking gray over the blues and white
dotted by evergreens holding leaves bright in color along the landscape;
caught in fall’s colorful charade.
I pass through town. Yellows and red, awnings and glass,
black is the tar I travel on; flight along broken lines
trying to remember.
Over carpet, hardwood polished floors, and kitchen tile,
not knowing where I started or where I was going.
I put the milk in the refrigerator and the bread in the cupboard.