National Poetry Writing Month, Day #27

Today’s prompt is to write a poem with long lines…

My second thoughts first found me a third of the way through the quarter
I tried to stop counting the moment I saw what was happening
because my problems always multiply from there no matter how I slice it
and the loop dances with infinity

Once I’ve done the math and things don’t add up, I forget about the remainder
the infinite loop an endless cycle that I can’t quite grasp
I’m so tired of the tumble dry that won’t stop, but instead spits me out wrinkled
to go around again

(26 April 2016—posted April 27th)