Year of Family
This could be the year
of family. The time of
connection.
But we are alone.
Isolated
in our little caves.
This could be the time to
make
the grand interpretation, take a
leap,
make a love. But we'll just
sit on the couch and stream
instead,
buried in the heads of
imaginary
screen people.
SOL
Sometimes it rolls downhill,
he tells me. He has a
drawling
way of speaking. We'll
call
him Don. To protect his
anonymity.
I imagine his stubby finger
jabbing at me and I execute
a perfect martial arts move.
But
this is life, he is my boss,
and I'm not Jackie Chan. So
I
just take what's rolling
downhill.