The Weight of Water

The story of the basement flooding: When
the rain came down for days and days,
the sewer grates were overflowing, and
the carpets were indelibly stained.
The bottoms of the boxes couldn't take
the weight of water, so, when we lifted, all our stuff fell into
the pool below. And so floating in
the shit and piss with
the leaves and sticks
the rain brought in were

all our childhood memories,
all our A's on our papers,
all our baby books and clothes.

The collective unconscious

I am over-caffeinated. Tired from stimulants. A cup of coffee that tasted like salt. Vague anxiety. . Lazy indifference. I have a bag of paper I am leaving alone, a tomorrow I'm not sure what to do with.

In other news, there's a lot of red in this game, the walls are bare down here, and I'm not sure how this laundry will ever be put away.