Your One Phone Call (Online) July 2015
When you find me, here,
try to imagine me whole:
52 year-old meat, hairy,
leaning on my last leg,
grizzly, unbearable;
a spectacled sight. Behold
before you the aftermath
of a half-century of breath;
half a million hours, wasted,
spent like small change
on small changes. These days,
if you seek me here, here
you will find me, such as I am:
crutched and unbalanced, blinking,
a teetering relic, nakedly unearthed,
recently given to fits, recently,
when exposed to sunlight, stunned.