40/365

i’m sitting
in my living room
belly bloated
from 11pm sushi,
shirt off
packed in jeans and socks

the kids just tucked in
home from a book club
where I tried not to talk
as much as the other guy,
you know
with mansplaining
and all.

unable to
bend the cab driver
to my will,
i walked home—
distractions
and consumed media
ratteling around
in my head.

it’s all
so many things,
stupid to think
this thing here—
the thing you’re reading
means any more
than anything else.