D – Distracted


I lost the day.

Not from a failure of memory

but time slipped past me

on paper wings.

I was prepared for

a productive day;

laundry and dishes.

But it is my lot

that narrative, dialog

or the greasy lines of


only fill my brain,

during the mundane.

As the dish water warms

or during the mechanical hum

of domestic drones.

I mutter common

curses as I mop up another

mess caused of inattention.

Distracted by flits of

character’s penchants,

story line or rhyme.

Suddenly it’s Monday

and Reality rushes forward.

Groaning, I restart the washer.

As a weekend’s mourner

I rummage the closet

to find something to wear.

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