Key Phone Purse Sanity

Losing my keys and my sanity
Morning ticks away
as I plunder my purse
my work bag, my craft bag, my lunch bag

Falling behind and into a shame spiral
Promises drench my blazer
as I check under the mail
the laundry, clean and dirty, the cat

Racing thoughts and up the stairs again
Car keys smirking on bedroom floor
so I tear into lateness with my lunch bag
craft bag work bag and phone

Sliding out of my parking space and into regret
Self incrimination heavy as the commute traffic
heavier than all the bags I carry
on my spirit—wait where is my purse

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