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
