at the table outside
the coffee
shop,
i begin to butter my toasted
bagel,
but it slips from my hand
and rolls away,
down the sidewalk
it goes,
down the street, down
the hill.
i run after it,
but it's futile and before
long,
i'm rolling too.
around and around.
my life
out of control.
this wasn't what i planned.
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