The wheels loosen, self-unscrewÂ
from the rolling laundry bag.Â
Maybe tomorrow is a better
day to vibrate to the undertow
of purring, spinning metal.
Maybe today is a better
day to pet the cat.
Maybe I need to find that fork
I set down while making
a better excuse.
published in Contemplate
Perhaps it was a bird call that stopped me washing floors, and had me pack a knapsack full of everything I owned. I followed shafts of sunlight. I followed daisy chains. I followed clouds and rainbows
I loved to watch them fly, those wild geese. In my dreams, I was one of them. I felt the magic, the way to catch the wind, to soar above the roads packed with cars and trucks, all filled with angry pe
When I was young, I thought I was the best at everything I did, and I could do it all alone, no help from anyone. But everything is too much work and boring when it’s only me. Enthusiasm faded, I was
