a jar of dimes, mug of pencils
stack of books next to a window
i keep reading the same one over and over
ajar cupboards, mug of matcha
stack of clean face towels on my dirty laundry
i keep forgetting i have them over and over
jars recycled, mugs unused
stacked deep in cabinets, the unreachable corners
i keep using the same ones over and over
the fan hums, the AC breathes
as i sit sweating my electric bill, smiling
because i sit sweating my electric bill
bags of garbage, sitting on the shoe rack
one too many pairs of shoes, i never use
bags of perlite, sitting on the patio
one too many plants? no such thing
bags of hand-me-downs, sitting on their return
one too many weights, not mine
my dog sighs, my boyfriend stirs in his sleep
as i sit by the table i bought, writing
because i sit by the table i bought
the sun shines, my world quiet
as i am watching my life happen, idle
because i am watching my life happen
thinking of taking up painting
my twenties spent on these small currencies
forgiving myself so i can forgive God
and everything i know about love
chasing life through feeling
now all swept under the rug
nostalgia for pain swatted like a bug
i water plants, not grudges
i learn to stay, no running
a lion sleeping - just snores