9.2.17

There is no force in the universe

powerful enough

to stop me from reaching

for the third,

when the second was supposed to be the last

after I promised God

I’d only have one,

just one today, only one

and nothing more.

But the second came,

and before it was finished

I opened the fridge

like a casket

and peered inside

heartbroken at my own death.

The disintegration of a man

is not unlike a bowl

kept beneath a dripping faucet

long enough to fill

and spill

over.

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Written at 1:41 in the afternoon, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.