-after Frank O’Hara and James Masao Mitsui
You will lose your voice
and your most expensive ink pen.
The next bus you take will drive too far past your home.
At times, your silence seems strange, to friends.
What a thin slice
of watermelon, life is.
You should order the pancakes at any diner, unless you’re alone.
The next Magic-8 ball you shake will say maybe.
One day you will write your own fortune on a napkin.
The next person you see on a sidewalk with weeds will see you too and nod.
The next investment you make will be a pyramid scheme.
You will become a taxi driver
and the front seat of your mustard-colored car will always be empty.
No one in this room knows what to think of you.