A sticky lint roller

Around and around

The events of the day

Wound and collected

Carefully selected

For the delectation of the mind

One more rewind

Let’s play this

Again

Behind closed eyes

In the dark and depths

Regurgitated rubbish

Surfaces

Air pockets bubbling

Troubling

Joyful

Sad

The glimpse of another’s bowed shoulders

This one’s face

I race to fix everything

Everyone

But it’s all still broken

Because of course

The tools I use are in my head

The scenario dead

It’s just the echoes

Whispering to themselves

Trying to tie off ends

Those dangling ends