Laundry, for instance. There is never a day
without laundry. I am
am a person with piles and piles.
Other people don’t have them. Piles could possibly require
attention. We frequently run out of milk. There are
continual emails asking for help
I could spent an entire day sending $3 to candidates.
Every single day a demonstration, reason to be
in the streets. Immigration yesterday.
Climate change tonight.
And I am actually working too.
What about the thousands of new
tv shows series podcasts? The book I’m trying to read?
What about meeting a friend for a drink? And then,
what happened to my poem?