I look up, initially hoping that will be
enough, but it isn't. He looks back
and I try to ignore him, move on to
other thoughts. What was I thinking
can't keep my mind focused, I keep
needing to return, like soothing
the edge of the rug after vacuuming.
It doesn't matter, but you have to.
Modern life, leaves dozens of these
little sticky items floating around
my head, mundane to important, I
keep looking back, Russia, Election,
floods, oil change, stereo feature still not
working properly. Don't want to
call the help line, hate waiting,
It does matter,