When I see a well-dressed
man quickly leaving a restaurant,
and he bumps into a
well-dressed young boy while turning a corner,
and says loudly to him,
“Congratulations to you!”
and hurries toward the
exit—and then I notice
that the man is carrying a wrapped present.
When a young woman rear-ends
my 1980's hatchback, then buckles in her child,
exits her 2000's sedan and
explains, “I don't have my insurance on me,
and this is my father's car.
Mine's in the shop.”
Later, she calls me with an
offer of $400, and a body-shop tells me it will be $1802,
so I pitch to her $1500, and
she replies, “This has to come out of my paycheck.
But I know a guy who works
at a shop—would you be willing to drive down there?”
And I remember, among her
many expensive-looking tattoos,
Between angel-wing shoulders
and scripted wrists,
a pair of brass knuckles.
When a serious relationship
is going less than 100% perfectly
and I walk by another couple
acting happier in public,
and then I get a smile from
someone else attractive who,
in a moment without plans /
words / laundry, seems so shiny,
and then I have to look back
at that old face I'm with
and remember how deeply
perfect she
must be to keep finding
goodness in me.
When I turn on the radio,
and it's
the last chorus chorus of a
song I like,
the last set before a
commercial break,
and I hear those words,
“Are you having a problem
with...?”
YES! Yes, probably, I am!
But I'm doing fine with
just diet and exercise.
And also—I know you
didn't write
the commercial; you're just
reading it.
And I know there probably is
someone out there
who really appreciates
having this thing, or
knowing
it's only $27.99 this month,
and where to find it.
And thank you,
for the offer.
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