As a consequence of
A troublesome bout of
Lower back pain—
Intimation of mortality—
I’ve recently begun imagining myself,
And it’s gotten so it’s hardly a stretch,
Retired, you know...
Read the rest of this poem at That Oughta See Us Out blog.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
In the beginning I thought the neighbor’s name was Lloyd but BFF insisted it was Floyd. Now we compromise and call him Oyd, and not just between ourselves. On the occasions when the man is due a shout out, we swallow the beginning of the name but end it firmly. This innocent social deception has been going on way too long for us to comfortably ask Oyd again what his name is.