I started to write one poem, but it suddenly shifted gear, turning into this one.
I’m prone to talking about myself
because I don’t know anything else
and someone always asks me questions
But the conversation is disjointed
my attention flits from one thing to another
never lingering for very long
So the theme seems to be repetition
whereas I’m picking up the threads
I dropped moments ago
Sometimes they fall into another part of the conversation
Sometimes I have to untangle them first
Sometimes they fall away altogether
and then it doesn’t matter that I don’t know how to sew
(15 November 2019)
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