help me break my
patterns
they blind
me
the way
i decide how
to place
a line
snow reported
to be 1.7 inches
in this
afternoon
as i struggle
to find my
feet today
in my
profession
instead i
look up Billy
Collins
who has never
written a
poem i
did not
like
then i wonder
how someone
like this
could
exist
and do they
ever mean to
get their feet
in the
day
yet go looking
for other
things
