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