LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE

LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE

it gets easier with practice- -

Now I keep a little sack

in the car

that looks about the size

of a fifth of bourbon,

and I hide the rented videotape

in that rather than carry

it from the parking lot,

across the sculpted gardens

and grass, to my tiny condo awkwardly

so that anyone seeing me

would know that I’m not

really a lonely old man

with no one to talk to

who watches videotapes alone,

but a lonely old drunk instead.

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