The ideas pile up. So many. So much
saving of the world to do. There’s just one
more thing. One-one more. There’s just
can’t let go. There’s just no, not that, can’t
take it out. But you don’t understand.
But I have to tell you. But there’s just
this important part. I don’t get it. You
don’t get it. I looked it up. Did you
know? No! Really? But not that.
Anything but that
one thing. Just
Nov. 20, 2013
One of 30 poems in 30 days