Two Poems

by mudrhetoric

List
I can’t sleep
I lie awake
And make lists

I look at the notebook
Surround
Full of lists

Things to do
Not done
There’s probably a list for that

This’ll be the last list I make
The empty set
The sum is less than its parts

Safe
My eyes aren’t heavy
Amped
I meanderingly write
In prose
Illegible, even to me
Perhaps I don’t want to know what I wrote
It’s safer that way
It always leaves an out

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