2005/awake

Awake in the night
I worry about every
problem I cannot solve,
remember everything
I forgot to remember
all day. By morning
it all whisks away,
life feels more
promising.
I make choices
or pretend to,
or imagine I can.
Not feeling so
dragged around
by my hair,
so nagged at for
my poor performance.
Forgetting again
the litany of
incompletions,
the lists,
the voices.

3/31/05