2008.

This is a new year

And there's so much to do!

My arms are too tired to even lift above my head

So how am I going to resolve?

Lists do not work themselves out

They only organize

Categorize

A life that is far from tidy.

My lover lays asleep in morning blankets

Her eyes sprinkled with dust.

When I lie next to her

A thousand lists are crumpled,

Shredded, and blown away

And I have nothing more important to do

Than to kiss her warm cheek.