Take Caution

A change in the season,

each its own pattern.

You wouldn't want to 

spend one minute 

in my head.

I spill coffee on my dress.

My socks rarely match.

Lips chapped and bitten.

I create my own

constellations on

the ceiling.

I never sleep

on planes,

but have been

overly tired.

Let's face it--

I hold an uncertain existence.

I am not a phoenix.

I am under construction.