I can’t break it off.
All this text.
Then, in the middle of the day, I write with it.
Checking out two library books,
right after getting my first two fillings ever.
Guess what? Rainy season is here!
About life’s organization, or lack thereof:
the ego is maintained;
the ego flourishes;
a contemporary compendium to ego;
ego on a platter.
It’s not really ego.
How many egos?
Let’s play the game of being back in the routine;
in front of a magazine rack
watching what people pick off the shelves.
In the sandbox with egos.
With nails and teeth.
Hammer and brains.
And this cute kid is looking at—what—
guitar magazines?
