And the beautiful meat you offered,
its tiny stomach, reminded me so much of
foreign travel.
The neighbors clink their glasses again. I cough
a toast to them. I need a Ricola, get out of bed—
third time in the last hour. I remember dinner
at a place I call Macaroni. That’s its name, actually.
With its little bath of sunflowers.
I found a new job
in my dream last night. Or I was let go of another.
It was the academy. They convinced me
I’m a failure at everything.
The learning curve is atrocious.
There goes the dog in the basement—as we approach
nearly 4 years together. Perhaps a savings account is in order.
I really had the best birthday ever
on Friday. It’s amazing just to be alive.
