The List

THE LIST

I do not need
The back of some crumpled receipt
Covered in hasty scribbles 
For my running list of
Shortcomings. 

I cannot forget those
As if they were
An ingredient for Saturday’s dinner. 

They play on a never ending loop
In my mind,
Sometimes
Finding a scratch

And skipping—

Screeching
In the background
Of conversation
While I wonder
If anyone else can see
This list of reasons
I am unworthy
Playing in the green pools of my eyes. 

02/24/22

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