70
This whole week’s
been purple, like a bruise
and I haven’t had a second
to think about it.
I don’t even know
who’s still here.
You and you and you
and me must be, she is.
Let’s go with Shakespeare
and my Pappy as down, not out.
Matilda and Mom, yes
Maybelle, Wolf, and Dulcie, no
Jess and the girls, ok
Early and Bisquick and Petey
and Sandra and Wayne
they’re good, alright.
Kathy, yes
Grandmother, no.
If somebody
wants to take over
the headcount from here
that’d be great.
It gets deleterious.
I’m tired and I really
just want to ride out
to the lake.
My dad turned 70 today,
as we celebrated
and ate cake
Landslide played.
Someone put the thing
on random.
She’s still here, Stevie,
so that’s one more.
Never really liked her,
but goddamn,
you try and eat birthday cake
and listen to Landslide
at the same time.
This whole week’s
been purple, like a bruise.
It just turned Sunday
–April 23, 2016