The Nerve

i'm a bundle of nerves,

and i don't know why

x-ray today—

but first: field trip to the fire hall,

and before that,

the rush to school,

and after, my job,

where there’s so much to do,

i don’t know where to begin

weary of the juggling—

readying the kids,

figuring out who needs to be where, when—

the daily dance of will’s work and mine,

trying to keep the schedule straight,

trying to keep the bank accounts black—

failing

and, all the while,

wanting to write,

trying to write,

jonesing to write—

Must Write!!!

but can’t—

gotta do stuff

i'm a bundle of nerves,

and now i know why