
A Conundrum
I’ve made it a goal—
clean up my bedroom.
The room is fine,
it’s the books.
They’re flying out
of the shelves
without warning.
There are the boxes
carried there
from living room,
where they fell out.
Shelves
in the living room
expectorate books.
Another
box-full to store
in the bedroom.
A box I just filled
has become
a bookshelf itself.
Woodward’s “Fear”
won’t fit so
he sits beside Hilliary
on the box.
A friend’s book
dropped out today
made me wonder
where
the other two are–
I’ve just got
to organize my books.
jackie: 10/21/18