night before – October 30

10.30.2014

night before a trip

seems slow and tiring

anxious and unending

as if the bags will

never pack

and there’s

always one more

trick

to accomplish

like getting some

sleep

except, except

what did I forget

it’s on the tip of

my

my

my

brain hurts.

are we there yet…

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