Daily No. 13

digesting Mississippi Pot Roast
winding my way through bright days
unending
i lose my way
i leave bits of myself
spend time gathering all back
to dump in the wastebin
broom’s worn out
no that’s a joke–
i lose my way
i leave bits of myself
for others to find
truly
there’s a blank screen pulsing
in my vision
unattached
i watch myself watching it
trying to decipher what it means
no
I’ve lost my way
and know how to go back
but don’t know if i want to