unburdened, I give you
the box of matches, my uncle's request to toss
his lit cigarette, her lazy socks, my casual shoes, unable to run
unburdened, I give you
whatever spews in the morning, my after shower sweat
forehead beading, my snot nose, my cough drop, a candy
they call them, throat candies,
my thin upper lip and crouched hair,
a tuft, the barber left me, smiling still, but wondering how
and when I could fix
what pardons and please could not
unburdened, I mostly scatter
things I find and see
whatever might be following across behind me
that which I don't mind to speak
that which doesn't mind me