I would call for your birthday
but silence is holding me captive,
I would only be able to speak
about the indecision I feel
toward the dish towel,
clothes sorting themselves out
on the bed.
The third cut on the CD
the only one I want to hear.
Once again trying to get down to
only the things I love,
I am always trying to get there.
Two dish towels I never use –
I never used to save things
I didn’t love,
but lately everything seems to
reside in that category.