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Life/Writing (Any-a-gram)

I hate it that I am so sporadic inconsistent, not persistent,          no straight-ahead-in-a-line-to-the-finish. I’m distracted, side-tracked stops and starts, mis-matched piles, can’t remember the whats and whens.
No perfect files, labeled loudly       I  A M  I N  C O N T R O L. I feign at neatness, completeness escaping me ever in process, a mess in the making. Oh, why can’t I be like those orderly others, those finishers perfectly packing their lives in a box, the rank and file, who smile      at me, “Oh poor thing, she’s so erratic.” Well— I am resigned to the whole of me, my hits and misses marking a difference, scattering joy, seeds abound.
I cannot (do not) go in a straight line— Random A to B then on to Z. (Sequences only happen on a test.) And life is an actual emergency (not a test). I like this formula better: A cubed to D once plus E squared then back to A and jump to N, then who-knows-what? I’m the only one who can spell my life. ------- from my files, circa 2008. still true.