Lately my thoughts

Lately my thoughts are
restless and
splintered,
never content to
be
where I
am
difficult, even
pulling me wildly
tired
through the hours

I lay my knuckles against the sweating glass
jarring in a way I don't understand:
the rings of water it leaves on the table
never mind my dabbing solicitous napkin

Also,
I suspect guiltily
that this brand of minimalism
doesn't count
I am as frenzied to get rid of things
as some people are to acquire them
and I'm not sure that demonstrates independence
from that old système des objets.