I resurrect dying plants, buy pot from the pizza delivery guy, “Medium mushroom pizza, please,” I say “please” to pot/pizza guy, an entrepreneur, tip him well, but don’t have sex with him, he’s a tough one, won’t give you free stuff, not even a discount, order flowers for my mom, same day delivery, why pay for same day to a cemetery, I do, be real, you wish you thought of it, lilies were her favorite, don’t judge, you probably don’t even know your mom’s favorite flower, or your dad, so ha
feed the cat, clean the litter box, talk to mirror me, you do it too, don’t lie, I once saw a woman pick her nose in the rear view mirror at a traffic light, when the light turned green, she ate it and smiled, smiled; I don’t do that, blow my nose and drop the tissue, that I do, I live alone, little tissue sculptures litter my floor, ephemeral art, nothing lasts
not even now, I used to play jacks, and pick up sticks, and mother may I, and flash light tag, and ringo levio, look that one up, wasn’t so long ago time moved slowly, in fits and starts, if at all, like a scratched record on an old phonograph
if I thought about it, I’d remember being bored, but never scared, we used to jump off the roof of our garage just for fun, no fear, now I watch the empty streets through my window and cringe if someone knocks on the door, unless
It’s pot/pizza guy
