Again straying from the month’s theme for a moment…

I obliterated half the spread
she resembled a woman I used to love
and her instructions were so clear

So, blank the recto became
balance disturbed
with each word erased

Boxes filled the narrow space
Moving day—
the truck is waiting

They went on ahead without me
while I continued loading remnants
of this woozy life

I inserted the inches-long key
into the stand-up ignition

The lumbering vehicle
struggled to catch up

By the time we arrived
I was alone

The goods had been unloaded and unboxed
I couldn’t find anything
yet the instructions kept coming

Words flowed
the lines seared into memory
I filled page after page

now that I had all these pages to spare

The cat
tapped on my shoulder

I opened my eyes

(15 July 2016)