2001/spilled

The red and green
cover on the book.
My socked foot
on the table.
I have already
spilled a whole cup
of chai,
as a way to start
the day.
And so have little
to account for
the heaviness
in my belly,
the general ho-hum
curtaining me.
As I sit here
weighing things
that aren’t worth
weighing,
wondering if
they’re worth
saying.

3/16/01