one too many
and always one shy of enough
like my words spilling down
one i share
and one i stuff
this drawer i have
this physical filter of me
one day i will look
one day, maybe, we”ll see
folded pages and tattered
post it notes
like me.
mixed up rhymes and
unquoted quotes
still i feel lucky
my way to get and to give
take away these humble words
and it”s not my life to live