i think if i were different
i would have notebooks filled with
clippings of grass
drops of dew
and a piece of red thread to hold it all together.
but my notebooks are filled with words
bouncing brain spew
things i need to change
(i always think i need to change)
so i make lists
things i can finish
because i am a finisher
because if i can't,
i am incapable of letting them go.
i don't know how to leave things undone.
how to leave words
unspoken and under my tongue
but who is listening?