“So time has passed.”
I told her over the phone.
“I work for French fries, orange juice and a beer.
I play the game.
I dance the dance.
Sometimes
My mind and I don’t get along.
Sometimes I just go outside.
Howl,
or smoke a cigarette.
Then I come back
and establish myself back
in front of stainless steel,
heat lamps, & cutting boards,
with the heat of the French stove
basking my back at 451,
asking myself
-Why?”
I’d ask you.
Smyon-Pa 