Everybody looks alike. Pyramids.
—Keith Waldrop
Ate one of his bananas this morning
and a date tonight. Got a quick note
from the relationship: eventual.
But instead, kind of settled into the
single talk, next couple of months.
It’s no wonder you lost your pawn.
What do you call the fear of your
laptop being stolen while you’re
on the toilet? Probably. This town
has forgotten me. I am to the task.
Explain over smoke the difference
between the forest and the trees.
Or something like that. They both
occurred. And I am not. Now I
see what the week’s brung me.
And it is good.
