Keeping an Eye on You
After watching edible television, I’m learning to talk to myself. Thinking means different things to different people. Consider the spaghetti western. Simple living requires getting rid of things that you don’t enjoy or that will kill you. Even on summer days the sun keeps its distance. No use getting all riled up. In case I have to rename myself, I’m going to assume a case of mistaken identity. Can’t wait to see the sequel. Yesterday, I took a walk in the park and realized I am the garden. Sometimes my brain gets on my nerves. When it does, I lip-sync until I align with my pseudonyms. If you see something, say something. I don’t want to watch you sleep at night, but I do.
Appears in in MacQueen’s Quinterly, May, 2020.
