Life is moving so fast that all I can do is throw
words down behind me as I run and hope they leave a trail that can be
followed. I hold my thoughts awkwardly in one arm,
trying to select the right ones with the other. The path splits and folks off til I’m spread so thin I feel
like I’m playing twister with the ones I love. No one gets more than a limb. Those touched be a hand do better than ones about to get the
boot.