Misplaced

I misplace words like spare keys.
Dropping Fuck You into situations that later will be impossible to get out of…
I’d love to where a rather not belongs…
Heaven Help Me tossed across an unmade bed slides down between
the headboard & wall
a plea lost for weeks found only after searching
…on hands and knees…
A Thank You glares from an empty counter-top
waiting for me to remember the obvious…
I want you tucked away in the tiny front pocket of my jeans
smoothly pressed into warm thighs…
disguised next to my cell phone as I’ll call you…
It’ll be ok toss high in the sky by hands that have already exclaimed all is lost
…there is no turning back…

I will tie them into my shoe laces
maybe let them fly out in the rhythm of my run
maybe let them clink and tinkle against one another
for a moment it works
for a moment I have them all together
for a moment I am a fucking thesaurus at break neck pace.
Then mid stride all is lost
in place of it nothing -
leaning on the buzz words of my neighbors hoping I’ve left the front door unlocked.

*yes, I wrote it.

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