On the back end of a Thursday, I found myself unseasonably useless--
incapable of complaining
discussing the merits of being 'irregardless'
On the top hat of fending off boredom
striking various poses of apathy in the mirror;
because I had the time to do so
On the upside;
the rather ubiquitous upside--
laughing at the thought of playing The Goodship Lollipop as the precursor to my eulogy--
no, not The Goodship Lollipop--
but anything by Dodie Stevens
I swear I could smile about frowning--
so that's what I did
And right there, in the plot against myself,
I poured a drink
a highball;
half chocolate milk and half bourbon
And as it turns out--
the ingredients of a smirk
very tactile and real. I love this piece. I love how you waver back and forth between uselessness and humor. After a few edits, this one should be submitted to The New Yorker – no joke.
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