I sit and listen to Mile Davis
thinking about how much I don’t miss the gym.
Wondering when
will they change their DJ.
Browsing the cloud.
I have a voucher.
I try to decide between Hemingway
and a food processor.
You can hardly chop an onion
With “The old man and the sea.”
You can hardly enjoy reading
an instructions manual.
On March the twelfth
I shook someone’s hand.
I can still feel its softness.