And I'm listening to the firelight pop of
ice cubes and figuring
I should probably not
urinate in my loafers as
an amazing prank on the future me who
I know for a fact
is way too uptight
to see the humor in anything
and the snaps and cracks of these
gutsy and robust and square things
that are never there
when you really, really, need them
are stamping time cards
and I am becoming acutely aware of
moments passed without
dozens of small
and awful
lovely
distractions.
