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Tripping Over Myself
A Chapter Poem
Tripping Over Myself
I
at work i’m playing traveling salesman
w/o the traveling part
w/o the commission b/c it’s not my job
but there’s no one else in the area to do it
3 districts open so it’s triple time
tripping over myself
but why is it so fun in its chaotic way
having the phone ring on one line all day
when you’re already talking on the other
II
today
i check my favorite boots i glued
back together sitting under a stool
being weighted by their legs
so it looks like the stool is wearing them
a little foolish & silly-looking
in the morning light
but it works doesn’t it
no tripping here
trapped under the stool
they’re standing still
III
tripping
as in over words
can’t speak dribbling tongue
fibbling lips what i think
what i want to say not matching
what comes out of my mouth
so the best thing to do
is…
