absolutely not, I say,
but I am funny.
she tells me to be serious.
I can't, I say,
not anymore, any longer on this roof.
she asks what I do.
I am a writer, a podcast host, I say,
a dad, a dumb-dumb, a pop culture casualty.
she asks what else.
I am broken magnifying glass, I say,
always looking at the little things
which are the big things.
she asks, like what?
like what if Matisse, I say,
made house music.
she agrees I am funny.
and unlike anyone she will ever meet, I say,
because I believe
no moment is too mundane to be meaningful.