I live my life in lists- an odd mix
of numbers and letters. Detailing my hours
with Things to Do. But my life would not
exist without measurement.
Last week it was transcripts.
#5. Send transcripts to school district.
Paycheck disappears quickly, items
left undone. Knot in my stomach.
Finished items are a sigh. Tension
headaches are the norm. My life is
stretched like taffy pulled too tightly
until every item is accomplished.
But there’s always suffering.
Even with a list cleared of tasks,
there’s a whole list of memories
and ghosts to run from.
I used to be whole.
I used to stand in silence
and feel my heart beat.
How do I get away?