Closer to Fifty

It was such a large earthworm, I wondered

if I could fry it and pass it off as dinner.

Would they notice?

After selecting tethered bananas

in a darkened produce aisle,

I tried to find milk of happiness

but tripped over a granola display

and cursed the penny thoughts

that led me to rub myself raw later.

(He is a bemused muse, that’s all I can say.)

 

When the rain slows down traffic

when it’s colder again

when I want a cookie or kiss

when I’m free and alive,

it’s time to go home.

 

Handling chicken parts, thinking of sacrifices

knowing both require a side of potatoes.

Will we be happy?

When one hole opens, a window closes

or something like that.