I don’t know where I fall
as I watch myself idle
through life with that
weighted vest you saw
on Amazon on my back

So, I lay down on a chaise
with a book of fiction
to imbibe someone else’s
life of bold grandeur
inside my inactivity

I walk aimlessly
to drumbeat my
inexorable grief
and I always end
up back where I
started; home

Hair grows out of my
ear like a cornstalk
and I barely care
because tweezers
are man’s enemy

My left sock with
a gaping hole
is the air I need

I’ve been trying
my whole life to
scratch the bird

Sometimes, I like to store
my emotion in a shirt
pocket because then
I can take it out and
look at it before I throw
it into a street gutter

But my disdain is tantamount
to a horse-drawn carriage
running over your left foot
while you are wearing Crocs
and trying to balance a
cocktail umbrella on the tip
of your broken finger

My coursework is human trudgery
as I push my meat sack through
each day’s personal thermometer

Hand splayed over the side of the couch
Lukewarm Earl Grey just out of reach
The book I love has fallen to the ground
and my body caves into the pillows

Look in the trash can
over at the edge of
the parking lot and you
will find the remnants
of me making copies

The clouds move
The trees sway
Aaron picks up dog shit
and the world tumbles by
through the window