Cattail Jester



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.



a black line




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.

a black line

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