My favorite PJ’s are coming apart at the seams
Literally
It is only a matter of time
Until they end up in the trash
But
Unraveled is unraveled
Sometimes it feels like life is unraveled
all those loose ends
things started
and unfinished
all those things
left to be done
grants
sermons
bulletins
manure
they all call
“deal with me”
‘finish me”
and here I sit
watching the snow drift down
out of the sky
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