One degree of crookedness, and the
dust slides off the frame onto the
pale-white coffee table rings
gone round and round again-
But they were not always there.
The papers are a prime example, them and
their “just-another” obituaries
made to order on the internet.
But you expected all this, in the same manner
you wore your raincoat out on a sunny April day.
Because you know the Facts Of Life:
That million predetermined constants that are unchanging
(like the missing zeroes at the end of your bank statement.)
Somewhere in the middle of all this life-changing inanity,
in some nameless, fameless, coffee joint, your heart will
break and someone will ask for a milk and two sugars.