Circles  

I want to do my physical therapy exercises
because I’ve lost my ability to move fluidly,
but don’t because the floor needs vacuuming,
but don’t because vacuuming is often dangerous—
busted shins and pulled muscles plus the chance
of elevated BP from cleaning up after people
capable of cleaning up after themselves—
then there’s the issue of time and how long it takes
to clean one room improperly, meaning just vacuuming
and the issue of picking up food and dirt that are out of place.
Food belongs on a plate or in a mouth not scattered
beneath the chairs and on the floor which indicates
I’m missing my mouth more and more and the dirt,
real barn and yard dirt belong outside
and then there’s all the hair that’s down there
from me and my mate, because the pets are all dead,
which means I’m losing it, hair, not my mind,
but I could be and chances are I wouldn’t know it
because after all, delusional or denial thinking
are ways that help make my life more pleasing.