i wish i had a head for organizing
in an empty space—
to see what could come of nothing/
to observe the puzzle pieces as they fit
perfectly
together
where once there was void

i am of the kind of mind
that gets overwhelmed with too much choice

the minute you give me parameters
the minute you give me shelves and labels
the minute you give me a bag with sections
or a dishwasher with the levels and dividers
i’m great at fitting in
more than what the average person might fit

but i feel like such a fool/square/failure
to not be able to go from nothing
to something

i always need something
to jump off from

[this poem is not just about organization]