Junk

Unfinished puzzles

are suffocating surfaces

every windowsill a craggy minefield

kitchen counters house tectonic plates

Puzzles have their own tables, did you know?

Little drawers, where you can sort “like” things

blues and cool hues here, mottled patterns in tidy pile next door

Another drawer

I guess for yellows, or the ones we cant find a place for

For years, I honed the art of facing pieces

turning over each so that someone else can make them fit

now i pile them in a drawer

my mother couldn’t do puzzles

her brain got jumbled one step beyond “horse in the horse-shape”

and “pig in the pig”

but the brain is a muscle

so let’s dance this jig a little longer

for fun, for fitness, for my pride

find a piece that looks right

turn it 45

tapping into the primal hunger I had

when I broke the seal

and dumped the box

and started digging