Once upon a time
my mind was
dumping out
like the contents
of a purse
during a break
and I was trying
to toss parts
like matches
like sand
hoping
that soon
I’d have
the time
to vacuum it out
organize
keep it all in
driving over the border
into the purse
and I lost everything in it
and the gas light went on
and soon
I was sleeping
on the floor
of a truck
holding a crowbar
for you
who hung up on me.
I may not be as available
but I always will be.