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.
. . .
