Something like a poem “Q-tips”

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Ad Reinhardt / Abstract Painting No. 5 1962 / © ARS, NY and DACS, London 2018 / Courtesy: http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/ad-reinhardt-1826

 

I find myself thinking about old age and death and Q-tips

I think about old age and death and Q-tips

I think, Who will pay my rent for the next twenty years?

And then I return to the kitchen sink,

Washing the same bowl I use everyday to make the

same meal.

. . .

I think about old age and death and Q-tips

(Branding aside, Why are they called Q-tips?)

Washing the thermos that once contained green tea

I let the water run inside it until it flows over

& I walk away, letting the sink run

That’s what I call a clean thermos.

. . .

& then I write in my book of tasks “buy Q-tips”

What do I do with old age and death and rent for two decades?

What do I put on my shopping list for old age and death and rent for two decades?

If I survive, barring some major collapse of my body, soul or the planet, I decide to focus on the Q-tips, for today.

Pro-tip.

. . .

Spoken word here.

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