I've collected myself along the way. A scrap of this. A corner of that. I'm all odds and ends. My spirit has been built from a thousand souls that cling to specks of glitter and dust. My heart is made from rubber bands and cracked marbles. So that's where they all went… My head is all stacks of gears and cogs. I exhale tears that splash on the paper and swirl the ink like ballet dancers twirling, twirling. My nose twitches up and down like a mouse when I speak, and my words pitter-patter through the air. I wish that I could play piano. If I could, I'd entertain all of the ghosts and shadows, but especially the spider at the foot of the stairs. I like her, which is unfortunate.
I have a cold today, hence the melodrama…oops, I mean poetry.