Things Left Undone

I woke this morning and immediately
tripped and fell on parts of yesterday.

Parts left undone; parts left unfolded.

Like unworn clothes draped over chairs; 

yesterdays words drape my mouth.

Words roll over my lips like dried dough.

Licked and moistened to be cut into any
shape that can be given a name.

Any name to give an identity; to be given a purpose.

Today is yesterdays last chance for things left undone.