I had a morning.
Then I had an afternoon.
My evening is here in the middle of me
waiting for me to have it, too.
My daughter is off
to another graduation party.
I was invited but can't make my-
self attend. People will be there.
My house is not on stilts.
Many questions rise in dust motes.
The answers lie in shredded cheddar cheese.
I am a master of nothing.
Once, I sang a solo for an audition.
Plaintive and weak.
It's time to plant the vacuum
in the third drawer down
where I keep my stash
of letters from old friends.