I am
my friends
you
and the rest of them
all
struggling to keep up
drowning under the weight of too much stuff.

Things
spilling out the Internet with frayed nerve rocking always-so-much-fucking-more
falling off the bloated shelves of strip mall super stores
stuffing full kitchens, beds, baths and beyond
straining, groaning closet doors.

Racing down manic caffeine spirals
dizzy with excess
texting, tripping, driving way too fast
speaking in tongues, dripping
spitting out half chewed trash
never stopping except for Stopping Class
coming soon, just you wait
shh, grab a seat in the back…you’re late.