Free Write- All the Things I’m Not Sure Of

I’m not sure if it’s really ten o’clock in the morning

When the alarm goes off for the third time

I’m not sure if that dog I saw was a Collie or Australian Shepard

I’m not sure if I have ever really loved anyone

I’m not sure if I am really writing this

I’m not sure if my worse fear ever is to be a brain in a jar

Or to have a mind that no one can get to

I’m not sure if that’s the third midget walking through the Starbucks door

I’m not sure if the clear Starbucks’ door is the doorway to another dimension

A porthole to a place where coffee rules and water bows down

To the one they call decaf

I’m not sure if it’s seventy-six or seventy-eight degrees out

I’m not sure if I will ever experience true love

I am not sure if the guy that I wrote about

The one who I said was a kid I used to babysit, who I thought was

Using the elevator in my apartment building

Was really him, or someone wanting to be him, or thinking about him

I’m not sure if I have yet to eat my millionth bag of M&M’s,

As I listen to Eminem and revel in the originality in his lyrics

I don’t know how many people have yet to cross the path

In their cars, down my alley that looks empty most of the time-

I’m not sure if I am sure of anything

But I do know that I can keep on thinking of stuff to think of

And maybe one day I will write a whole book devoted to

Things I am sure of, but until then, who knows, instead,

What is possible