still to mess with my mind by moving
my shoes farther apart
or puttingmycombinsidemybrush
or arranging a can of
yams
in front
of the
applesauce.
She says I should lighten up, quit
beating myself up mentally. I know
she only wants what’s best for me,
but sometimes she makes me mad.
If it were easy to throw
my
clothes
into
a heap
on the floor,
of course I’d rather do that than
spend hours
folding them
precisely
right. Right?
I AM IN THE DEN
Arranging Grandfather’s
eclectic collection of
paperbacks alphabetically
by author—Graham, Billy;
Grey, Zane; Grisham, John—
when the telephone rings.