I like to micromanage inconsequential affairs
and leave the important stuff
for others to worry about, like a woodpecker
working away at the crotch of a tree.
I like to leave empty bottles lying around
and pretend they’re wind chimes arranged
just so to catch the sunlight
crouching outside the windows.
I like to curl up and imagine
I extend all the way back to whenever
not unlike the quiet breathing
of small warm hidden things.
