scattered attention

“it’d be cool to learn about this”

I think

as i buy yet another book

read part of it

get excited about a tangential topic

buy three more books

leaving six unfinished

my space

consumed by piles of books

half baked ideas

incomplete thoughts

scattered around the room

the collection grows

faster than I can complete them

before I know it

half of these books are irrelevant

I can’t remember why I bought them

“one day”

I tell myself

even though it’s probably not true

perhaps in a fit of desperation

procrastinating something more important

I finish four in one day

and neglect all other responsibilities

dirty laundry piles up

I keep forgetting to buy toilet paper

but I write 25 poems in two days

and apply for 64 jobs

little control

over where my focus goes

but it seems to work