Poem With No Patience
I said
that I stopped using
words,
but the other side is
I have
yet to learn how to
read. I pick up the book
How a Wheel Works.
Apparently,
love isn’t
the
only battlefield
in this
sleepy café.
It is a
gray day.
On this
gray day,
I want
to write
everything
down
from my
trip to
Palm
Springs last
weekend. But
I’m not
feeling
so
hot. Did I really
go see
a movie with
Jennifer
Aniston
instead
of eat lunch?
Not
with Jennifer,
I
decide, but with
Erin. Yes, a movie.
I get
up at the end
and
shout about
therapy,
or at least
medication. As I
descend
the escalator
that
leads back to the
office,
I think how
this
experience will
perhaps
significantly
enhance
my life. Am I
coming
or going? I miss
my
exit, and I’m only on
page 8, so I guess I’m gone.