I once overheard a man
Screaming into his cellphone
On West 32nd street,
“How many times do I have to tell you,
I don’t want any goddamn flapjacks!”
To this day,
I wonder what choices that man made
To get that point in his life,
Walking past me, yelling
About pancakes.
I imagine
he lost his job,
his wife left him,
and he is crashing
with his younger brother.
Maybe,
he had a job interview
and it didn't go so well,
and his brother is trying to console him
with the only thing he knows how to make.
Only problem is,
he has been eating only flapjacks
for a month now,
and he is at his wits end,
over the flapjacks and over life.