grinding January

careless

with so much.

i let things go,

get away from me.

i ignore the plant

on the sill.

bent brown towards

a winter sun.

i stop

returning calls.

i let the oil light

in the car

blink for months.

i leave

clothes in the dryer,

dishes in the sink.

i'm late with bills.

have i given

up on life.

not really, but i'm

just not feeling it right now.

maybe next month.