Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
You clutter my mind with confusion.
I can't even begin to know where to start shifting
the garbage you filled my head and heart with.
I don't know where to dispose of it, either.
I don't know a way to organize it because there's just too much.
Your clutter oozes out of my head onto my hand
to my computer to my paper to my book to my mouth
to my tears to the unrelenting pain you brought onto me.
I just want to get through all of it and get rid of
your clutter.