I have always been
absentminded
and semi-organized,
a mistress of the incessant
and cluttered,
a keeper of legends
and a maker of myths

I scrawl my lists
on the back of bill-stuffed envelopes,
chuck pill sleeves and prescriptions
into the china drawer,
systematically rotate
unstapled papers
so I know the order of stories

There are impressions
on my chopping block
from the times I've abused vegetables
while pretending to sever
the heads' of my enemies
or cut their carrot fingers
clean in half

I do my thinking in the bath,
lay flat in the womb of water
and watch my ideas
get ****** down the drain

It's insane to save
'the good ones'
for rainy days;
if there's anything I've learned,
it's that those who make
blanket statements
have nothing else to say.