bits and pieces

come on into this suitcase of mine and rummage around
never mind the slight smell of mould and mildew, it happens
it is old

i am a broken mirror these days
fractured
unfocused

hence forth the bits and pieces

slight bug?
pms?
between the lines
the not knowing
in between space

pema chodron says "lean into the points"
i am. It isn't comfortable but it is here and now.

many changes
discombobulated of late

now where was that train
of thought

that already threaded needle
the scissors

i don't have the foggyist
not a clue
not a clue
not a clue