Tanya brought me lunch… some
type of beef dish… with
creamy potatoes and greens –
maybe it was spinach?
Saw Jeanette later… after
signing my card… she
asked how I was getting home…
lying gets me so far.
Couldn’t tell her I would ride out through the rain –
caught up in the storm, caught up in the day.
Can’t tell her I just need to run away –
almost ev’ry day, though she may feel the same ’cause
Tuesday doesn’t feel like a fireball –
today didn’t feel like anything at all. The
hours flood bland in the waters I wade;
only beef and side dishes then remain.