All the things
Sometimes in the shower I think of everything I should have written down that day--
all the snippets and crumbs that fell out of my ears, that I should have caught,
but got lost in the couch cushions instead.
I remember the vitamin I should have taken last night.
The missed appointment I'm never going to have the courage to arrange again.
The friend who's in town who I should have texted.
The shirt I should have remembered to soak in cold water before tossing it in the machine.
And if only I could live in the shower
and be on top of things
again
clean, but wrinkly
Sometimes in the shower I think of everything I should have written down that day--
all the snippets and crumbs that fell out of my ears, that I should have caught,
but got lost in the couch cushions instead.
I remember the vitamin I should have taken last night.
The missed appointment I'm never going to have the courage to arrange again.
The friend who's in town who I should have texted.
The shirt I should have remembered to soak in cold water before tossing it in the machine.
And if only I could live in the shower
and be on top of things
again
clean, but wrinkly
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