Another wrong turning
Another five years.
—Jack Spicer
Pop quiz, class! Who’ve I been
reading lately? Three guesses.
Are you thirsty? I am. Diet
root beer to the rescue! List
in order from top to sate to
less thirst-quenching your
ten favorite beverages. Is
there a correlation? I’d say
it’s likely there is not. It’s a
tough month. To top a tough
decade, I guess. What do I
do to cope, you might ask.
Well, I’ll tell you. I stall on
the things that I most imp
ortantly should be doing.
And then in fell swoops I
get stuff done that need
accomplishing. Accomplish
ment. I’ve had lots of those.
Accompaniment? I’ve none
of that these days. I used to
do a lot of it, though. On the
piano, not the harp. Or with
friends. With boyfriends on
long, elegant vacations. I
have actually had a few of
those. They seem so long
ago now. Because they are.
Oh, I’m a complainer (I am
but a vessel, your container,
please fill me up now). But
a very blessed complainer.
