Don't you wish they would stop, all the thoughts
swirling around in your head, bees in a hive, dancers
tapping their way across the stage? I should rake the leaves
in the carport, buy Christmas lights. Was there really life on Mars?
What will I cook for dinner? I walk up the driveway,
put out the garbage bins. I should stop using plastic bags,
visit my friend whose husband just left her for the Swedish nanny.
I wish I hadn't said Patrick's painting looked "ominous."
Maybe that's why he hasn't called. Does the car need oil again?
There's a hole in the ozone the size of Texas and everything
seems to be speeding up. Come, let's stand by the window
and look out at the light on the field. Let's watch how the clouds
cover the sun and almost nothing stirs in the grass.
I never have swirling thoughts in my head. I have to go. I think someone is at the door but I need to get more things packed for our trip, but first I should turn off the tea kettle singing in the kitchen, though I wonder why my husband can't do that; I'm guessing because he forgot to put his hearing aids in. Has he cleaned up the kitchen yet? I should do that but I'm wondering if he repaired the sprinkler system and also curious whether I should check the house for cat vomit but first I should look up PICA - because our cat is eating plastic and cardboard and I'm so confused...
I am in bed attempting to fall asleep, but those bees just won’t stop dancing. I think I’ll play music in my AirPods, but maybe the bees would just keep dancing. I’d better try a pod cast or guided meditation.