Never alone

I had my '04 Forester serviced Friday  oil change. They were renovating the dealership, so I went to the Firefly Cafe in Kernstown - lovely place.

Waiting for Suby,

sitting in Firefly,

lunch crowd thinning,

passing the time,

lonely forms

at lonely tables,

listening to the top 40…

haven't since…..

Savoring a cappuccino,

waiting for Suby's

therapist to call

(getting fluids renewed),

passing the time,

could be home,

passing the time,

a lone form

in a lone chair,

though never alone.

These molecules

which touch me,

which I touch today

once kissed an Asian wet nurse,

a Capuchin friar,

a Cistercian nun,

Buddha's ass,

a monkey's filthy paw.

I am Jesus.

You are, too.

I am contrived of atoms

that once formed the shit

of dinosaurs,

of spermatozoa swimming vaginal canals

dying before reaching a goal only God knew existed.

Constant transformation,

eternal flux is this world,

mutating,

transmogrifying,

morphing continually

into a future only God

can dream of.

All is as it should be.
Oh, please,
Fuck ethics.

Day 30