Can you catch the carton
as it tumbles off the shelf?
Or will your shame be recorded in
your cold, white reflection
on the kitchen floor.
And will you be reminded by
the banana peel on your car dashboard
as you contemplate, in the churning
between dashed and solid lines.
Review your life in pages
shaving years off the stacks.
Lay curbside your bits and scraps
write yourself anew.
— The End —