Stravage Caterwaul

I didn't write this poem in NYC,
I wrote it in LA, 
but you go to a Woody Guthrie exhibit
and there's this tableau—
what else was I supposed to do?

The next morning,
I went to the top of the Empire State Building,
threw a button off the top
and made a wish.
(It didn't kill anyone, I googled.)

Then an elm tree dropped a branch on my head
when I was complaining about the past.
I looked up and it seemed 
like it could be a *message* to stop
writing about the past and move on to new beginnings.

The next day,
I did a meditation in Strawberry Fields
where you meet your future self,
and my future self was an anteater.
This can't be so I rewound a minute and tried meeting him again. 

This time, my future self
turned to me and said, 
"I'm actually an aardvark."
so I googled that and it *could* mean
that I should get to work on more important things.

I wish I were embellishing 
this whimsy, 
but it is 100% true,
or is it? 
I 💔 NYC.