Shuffle off your loafers.
Stuff your Draino into all
the holes in your apartment.
Turn your strawberries the
sweetest with artificial sweetener
and slurp each half frozen berry
like meat. A meat meal, after all,
lasts all day, and sometimes then
some. Furrow your brow at each
debt collector’s call. Open the call
with extended silence like the echo
of a robocall’s mirror (hold your
open call to that mirror to make
this particular point). Take a month
to figure out who you want to be
and then spend each remaining
month being exactly who that is.
If you get bored with that being,
take another month to reevaluate
whatever you want to become next
without dwelling on the meaning of
progress, without delving into the
well of wisdom, whatever that is.
Be a dumdum. Be a wise-ass. Enter
your next era with a confident hunger.
