I am far from myself,
Usually around the same
Time each evening,
Needing to find my floating
Pieces, hoping to stick
Them back together.
It can take a
Few hours to catch myself,
Then I feel
More parts slipping away
While my optimism melts
All over the floor—now
Regretful—
And finally, I have to
Make sure that I can break
The pieces leftover
Away from the vinyl.