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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