FULL
When you decide to eat the whole pizza
because leaving just one or two pieces
just doesn’t make sense at the time.
When you squeeze in dessert
because the sweetness dances
in your mouth like joy.
When you get so full
the thought of moving anything
proves a dangerous task.
You turn defensive
become overly cautious
an inflated balloon in a field of porcupines.
I’ve been eating up stories for years
cramming them into memory
until the drawers jam shut.
There’s a bench seat in my bedroom
packed by a tetris engineer
with journals and diaries and albums
It’s overwhelming
worrying I’ll pick the wrong place to start
that I won’t be able to fit it all back in
That I’m all types of carnival dart
crooked aim sloppy toss
Three attempts for a dollar.
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LOVE IT! Your vivid use of words portrays my own procastination. My drawers are jammed too and it’s time for a “spring cleaning”.