the threat of forever

if she'd just give me time,

I'd give her answers,

organic from my storage

in Chelsea.

I make a list,
check it twice,

separate it into two slices:

possible and imp.

distraction is key,

especially when back,

having orgasms

on the Willytown Bridge.

I vow 

not to neglect

seeing NYC stand-up

in a post-vaccine world. 

Scary,

the future is,

because it's forever,

and I will be decapitated.