Condition avoided
Tuesday morning I read the police attacked and
moved everyone out as the rest of us slept;
late Tuesday afternoon I read plays about
dementia, devotees and death; early Wednesday morning
I read Updike seeking synchopated sentences that were subtle in
descriptions of divorce, death and shattered idylls that left me senseless;
later. TMZ said Kim and Kris had been a sham and
Justin’s baby mama was still a mama but he wasn’t the papa.
OMG!
By Wednesday afternoon I’d avoided catatonia but not depression.
Was it the extra chocolate or the Salvation Army guy dancing to a boom box
instead of ringing a bell, or the random street fruit vendor who smiled and wished me well,
or the text that finished with x’s and o’s that hit with the precision of a guided missile or
perhaps it was the Asian guy serenely seated beside me on the uptown express
expertly folding a piece of red and gold origami paper into a miniature pterodactyl
oblivious to those of us who watched.