mmcdxcvi

Poem

I have many treasured
friends.  But it was morning.

In the afternoon, I complained,
having skipped either work

or my workout.  I wonder about
my attitude like a narcissist; I

worry about never having had
the opportunity to slap someone

back.  I should be joyous.  I still am,
sometimes, however, I’m presently

stalling the completion of a question-
naire I’ve been asked to turn in before

a job interview that I have this afternoon.
Actually, I haven’t even begun to fill out

the questionnaire, which is really just in
preparation for a “phone screen,” something

that seems like a mandatory prerequisite to
an in-person interview these days (oh, how the

times, they change...)...so it’s really just a pre-

interview for an interview that I have this afternoon.

But that’s still an interview, right?  Yet still I sit here,
stalling.  I don’t even know why I’m mentioning this,

except it seems appropriate to include within a page of
couplets of certain lengths.  Such as the ones on this ‘page’....

I like couplets, and see fit to use them on occasion.  I
also enjoy many (additional) types of architecture, as

well as the occasional pork cutlet.