In Our Backyard In December


I pick up my phone
to text you.
Help me —
I know
you’ll know
just how to fix this mess
I’ve found myself in.

It takes a moment
to remember.

I can’t text you
because it’s you
that needs fixing.
It’s you
I can’t figure out —
my person,
my mess
who’s not mine

That moment
lasts a long time.

I put down my phone.

M.J. Pack
written by: M.J. Pack
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