"Mental Disorder"
My brain is a pile, or perhaps a series of piles,
not a library or a scrapbook or even a tape.
Sometimes I can find things,
but often I can't.
While others leaf through
card catalogs and
neat, orderly pages,
I tear through faded photographs and scrawled-upon, torn receipts.
I see the corner of something like what I need, and
I pull, and
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