My Notebooks
My notebooks say a lot about my brain:
Everything, everything shoved in tight
wherever I can find a place and in no
particular order- not chronological or
in order of importance, just a hoarder's
fortress, a snake pit of tangled words
and the occasional doodle or drawn
partition in an attempt to create order
amid the bits of inspiration, images,
and grocery lists, notes from meetings
written mostly to have something to do
with my hands, outlines and bullet
points left behind and adrift eventually
boxed and stacked against one another
as if crowded into an attic, Exhibit A
in the evidence of my state of distraction.
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