Sawdust
There are days when my head
Is full of sawdust
A collection of
Tiny pixel particles that I can’t,
For the life of me,
Sweep up in its entirety
It’s in my eyes, my nose, my mouth
I try to talk but I don’t remember
I fall asleep and hope to wake up completed
Built
Whole
But sometimes
I’m still just
Tiny grains of sawdust