jogging with meat in it
yesterday it was the butterfly bushes
(or beating the butterflies out of the bushes)
today it’s Chinese witch hazel
(because it’s red?)
swung like a censer next to the fencerow
close your eyes
and check for the grumbles
who’s for lunch?
“if you’re going to take her in on Saturday
you need to change the carpet appointment
which I was so excited about”
and then the
jumbles which nobody even cares about
check them too
then let’s drive to Berkeley
and get naked with a 40-year old
but driving is the ultimate hassle
