“He was plainspoken” only looks good on a gravestone
along with something else like “He sold a lot of cars” or
“What complex eye movements!”
I rub the dandruff off the day, decide to walk to
North Beach for lunch. Indian food. Tonight
I’ll treadmill and weightlift.
Now that I have two presidents, the one in my heart
tries to understand. “The sky’s the limit
for birds,” it says.
