When there’s not time
to be busy. Because
you’re already busy.
When the world is
your oyster but you’ve
no means to cook and
you’re no fan of jewelry.
Most of it, anyway.
When the times are
cruel but there’s no
way out of it. When
you grab the perpetrator
before you think about
the possibility of a
concealed weapon.
Everything happens
so fast. A senior
citizen awaits a grade.
And the homework
has not even been
started. You go to
the store without any
money and you are
desperate for half
of the items on aisle
four. Where is the
door. Is there more
than one? Fat chance
is when you are
diagnosed diabetic
and in what seems
a day your vision
is reduced to a blur.
When the question
isn’t reading or eating
but bleeding or weeping.
When you walk into an
empty box and you see
a door at every wall and
yet you imagine it some
sort of inescapable room
or a coffin. When you
live in some sort of
ines capable room that
you joke is your coffin.
When you find your
self in a coffin and
and it hits you with
an impressively
deadpan humor that
you are not a vampire.
