Things Fall Off
Things fall off and roll under other things.
And sometimes they break when you’re almost done.
And then you’re late but you have to go back.
And people think they’re being so clever.
And the cords are tangled just out of reach.
And what should we do with our precious time?
And what would we do without Novocaine?
Maybe eat with our hands, much too loudly.
Maybe ask our frenemies for more money.
Maybe take the extra party favor.
Maybe flip the switches and hitch the latches.
And itemize what we can’t leave behind.
And scream in tunnels on the sleeper train. ⠀
photo by Harry Rajchgot