sorry can’t leave just yet
two kids so little
still cry when they stub a tow
need help sticking bandaid
can’t go right now
got a class reunion
book on reserve
four tickets to Vancouver no refunds
reading up on survivors
card-playing grandma number on her arm
ten-car pileup wheelchair for life
hopeless coma awoke one morning
bone-cracking tumor size of the sun
I’ll tell you why
for nothing that’s why
for the hell of it
some number came up
so what you gonna do huh
just plain spiteful
put my affairs in order
ten notarized final wishes
now my bald skull
lonely breast broken heart
hunch over the muddy curb
in the filthy wind
no place in particular
wait for light to change