“I’m proud of you” I hear
and turn around a hurricane
that tears off New Orleans
busy sensationalism here
amidst horrible Alzheimer’s
shouting “I love this job!”
and apparently I do
but this afternoon
I’d like to fall asleep
on the flu or most of a
12-week paycheck
which makes me wonder
who’s being flashy
(or fishy) I doubt it
or September
here in this chair
sticking medical
insurance into a
cookie jar
which we share
like our thoughts
on natural disasters
and it means
something
apparently
for maybe a
couple thousand
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