Friday, November 4, 2011

Just when (again)

One no show, new assistant
an ex- friend who is apparently to busy binging
on alcohol to care about
his future stepchild’s well being,
and being found in my PJ’s by the “I’ve fallen
and I can’t get up” necklace repair woman
who a headache caused me to forget
was arriving this morning.

I recover my day-
I get another copy of last year’s taxes
in under 30 minutes from the IRS,
learn a new bus route,
eat pizza with fellow transit revolutionaries,
and print out stuff to take protesting tomorrow
only to discover I’ve somehow lost
my barely used roll of scotch tape.

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