LITTLE
I like to have everything in neat little lines.
To know everything’s in its right little place.
But once in a while things go a little askew.
And they don’t go the little way
you want them
to.
The sink is spil
ling
over. Leaving little trails
of toxic waste through our kitchen.
My homework
is piling
up
a little
too much,
like a landfill
in Missouri.
And maybe I’m a little bit
crazy.
Maybe I’m a little bit
mad.
But between you and me
I’m a little bit
lost.
And more than a
little bit
stressed.
