I keep
putting off
putting words on
paper.
Then they get lost
in a deep twisted
nest of neurons.
They never come back the same.
Sometimes they rearrange.
And then I develop
deep confusion
at those words
I fell in love
with
absentmindedly,
while walking to class
or driving down the roads
slicked wet
with oil painted
car reflections.
I wish I had written sooner.
I wish my brain
was more of a filing cabinet
than a messy notebook - like this one.
9/21/2015
Riley Welch
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