OCD LAND

Pen pad paper shit 
here I go again.
Open palming my phone 
typing with one hand. 
Crap that books not 
lined up I end 

the convo to fix it. 

The dog moved my 
shoe over an eighth 
of an inch it 
needs to be fixed. 
Open eyes darting around 
to make sure nothing's 
on the ground. When

will I write again.

Stuck in ocd land.