the story i forgot to write//finish
i wrote a story,
but never finished,
and though that might sound like a metaphor for my life,
i can assure you that it is not,
because that story, my story, well,
it will end,
most definitely,
definitively
i wrote a story,
but never finished,
and though that might sound like a metaphor for my life,
i can assure you that it is not,
because that story, my story, well,
it will end,
most definitely,
definitively
most days i would rather not do a single thing,
so at the very least,
i wrote this down,
and today,
i guess that will be enough
if i forget what to say,
forget what to write,
lose thought, train floating off into ether,
then sometimes i smack my head against
a wall; nothing real hard,
but the room where i do most of my poetry writing
has a lot of holes in the drywall
that i’m too distracted to fix//
don’t know how to fix, either way