I take my

time to think

sitting with my thoughts

in a sink, turning the faucet on and

letting my words fall off a brink, waiting for the 

world to shrink in a ball of trash that stinks and rolling it

around my mind like a puck on an ice rink that slips and slides,

I think I got a kink in my neck from slipping on ice

so I tinker for myself a brace so I can

face the challenges life gives

me without

breaking.