When my thoughts go
Faster than I can bear
And my head spins,
And my fears jump,
And my feelings overflow
(Because I feel more than I should)
I make lists,
Endless lists,
On post-its, envelopes,
And all the list of
All good Papers and apps
That allow me to
See my mind all
Well organized,
“update the website”,
“call insurance”,
what a beauty.
Pero es todo mentira,
The insides of my head
Are actually
Like my room,
Like my car,
Like my computer,
And my lists,
And this list,
Buried in papers,
Clothes and files,
Names that don’t make sense,
And damn feelings that
Have no more room.
Disk full.
Do you want a list?
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