rushed this morning
forgot my book
i run downstairs
grab the keys
swig some milk
adjust my underwear
and shut the door.
i squint in the sun and curse so called drivers
as they fumble with makeup
thomas guides
and their noses
i watched this one guy
repeatedly ram his index finger
in and out of each nostril
at three consecutive red lights.
pick look flick wipe
pick flick wipe look
pick wipe look flick
pulling in the parking structure, i’m not late.
i smile. first time this month on both counts.
but now it’s 12:30 and i’m stuck for an hour
with no book.
a walk to the library would do me good
the sky is bright blue
clouds are gliding
birds are singing
there is a peacefulness all around
but if i see one more person
picking their nose
i might punch them in the face
