The flowers are open at night,
which makes me think they’re dying, maybe
or within hailing distance,
at least in terms of road games.
I spend a lot of time standing in line,
trying not to look like a teenager,
Scrolling through apps that track risk factors
that seem stupid to track.
The sea passes
rolling dead boats on dead sea.
You sit there
in yoga pants
blinking at Netflix.
I’m the space between two ancient organisms:
Car Show and Pneumonia.
A zookeeper feeding the finicky elephant.
We should get a drink this week. Sit
in the yard on the first day of school
trying to remember the meaning
of the children’s names.
The game of life
every day all day.