Away from the Vinyl

I am far from myself,

Usually around the same

Time each evening,

Needing to find my floating

Pieces, hoping to stick 

Them back together. 

It can take a

Few hours to catch myself,

Then I feel

More parts slipping away

While my optimism melts

All over the floor—now


And finally, I have to

Make sure that I can break

The pieces leftover 

Away from the vinyl.