Don't Bump The Glump

Listening to Fahey in the shower when it hits me and I scramble to jot it down digitally, struggling against the steam and tiny drip drops. I nearly backed into two small children, careless, and cried the whole way home.

Cut down and plant, the cycle is steady. First month, last month, security deposit, 3x the income, $400 pet deposit, non-refundable, $35 monthly pet fee, renter’s insurance, no call back, no reply, no regard, I’m too old to start over. Which unmastered myriad skill can I exploit for profit? How can I avoid the pity of my son? Riding out the couch and not complaining when the body disagrees. How many coping skills did I utilize today?

XO JWS