The rich people who paid millions to forgo life,
to live in boxes with small views,
who never leave their TV living rooms
to see the world,
who tell themselves stories
about an imagined, liberal, or conservative, or evil, or progressive,
or God-fearing, or Satan worshiping enemy.
Those putting so much energy into the story of other and against.
And what story battle have I cooked up?
Me against the rain?
No me against the tug on a leash
when the dog wants to stay a minute longer.
Now me against the words that come out of my pen.
Perhaps that – a man trying to shut down the nonsense of language
by blotting it out and holding the small happenings in the step-by-step.