Resilient

 

I keep my thoughts

In a tattered box

and pull them out

when I want to make

a mess.

 

It’s a game I play

where I puppeteer the players

where the rules bend

and weave

where denial skews the dice.

 

I count each token

one by one:

the red

the blue

the black

and put them back nicely

and in order:

the man

the shoe

the house.

 

Then

Carefully

I close the lid.

“Scary Confusion”

“Some People Deserve A Bullet”

“Tangled Past”