having a midlife crisis
while the Yankees lose
is not convenient.
selfish and centered
at worst and I give up
on trying to understand
why we were blessed.
new iPhone,
making sure all my photos
are still here.
your face is three or four years ago,
but I want to keep it,
like fast blood and forever bullshit,
don't blame me for being sentimental.
oh, the evidence is biblical
and I have died twice,
still trembling.