I found this scribbled in the little book James gave me for Christmas.
Straightened spines, unraveling un-straightened lines
that string-us-along-so-
just stop and break
it
down-
fold it neatly
(just like mother taught me)
it's life's dirty laundry
(that was an aside)
the rest is left for you to hide in memory
or for the housekeeper,
so easy to forget mess you make
(or the hiding places you give it)-
we never did clean it
and if I said I tried, I didn't mean it
and if you did, you too lied
until the dirt just got in deeper
inside, invisible mess,
un-straight and too late
now nobody but you and me
have ever seen it.
