Losing my keys and my sanity

Morning ticks away

as I plunder my purse

my work bag, my craft bag, my lunch bag

Falling behind and into a shame spiral

Promises drench my blazer

as I check under the mail

the laundry, clean and dirty, the cat

Racing thoughts and up the stairs again

Car keys smirking on bedroom floor

so I tear into lateness with my lunch bag

craft bag work bag and phone

Sliding out of my parking space and into regret

Self incrimination heavy as the commute traffic

heavier than all the bags I carry

on my spirit—wait where is my purse