headsong

I've been leaving little trains
of thought all over my bedroom
my mother, father, and friends
unfurl endless reprimands
I'm going to clean it up,
I'm going to get to it, I swear
but I'm going to have the complete set
of unfinished business if I keep this up

My brain's undone and
my cake's half-baked
and I'll finish this in a bit
but I've got something
else to


undertake.