THE VALIDITY OF TIME

You should sit with her for awhile. How do you know it’s junk mail?

She is outraged at her mind. I need to resubmit myself. Must you dance in my tracks? Pretend is the meaning of life, the emperor’s clothes.

She stares at SUV tail lights. All criteria tell me lies. My children are happy they weren’t eaten alive. Sleep, sleep, feet, feet, personal injury.

Tie her boots.

She thinks happiness is a bad joke. The world is hell. The spiritual wise man bitches. Time is valid.

She sings to her shoes. The public throws umbrellas. My wounds write trivia. It is time to worry about death.

Take time to listen to her, singing in her dilapidated house. Clear the snow garden. Dig a hole under the stairs.