a secret little pill
missing…
new gym & vaguely anonymous
“coworker”...
to count a few favorite things
Months
long since turned into
years. . .
Indifference (here, too. . .here, too)
When the only feeling mustered
is a shrug. . .
Secrets aren’t the problem.
Still. . .counting, questioning, Collecting
baskets full of observations
(adult easter eggs)
What really matters?
Just that ticking clock
Ticking ticking metronome
Keeping time for bird songs
(a little birdy with secret observations)
Tick, tick, tick
as away again slips
another secret cialis
(shhh, sealed lips. . .shhhh)
Then
sandwiched within
the carefully crafted spiel
clearly prepared with practice
to hold 99% truths
—a lie—
(i don’t know how to unwrap a lie)
“…did’t try it yet…”
finale of the subtle blame game
of course, the issue is me
of course…

this is too tiring so…
*shrug