I think I will be
fired tomorrow. Wire's
Agfers of Kodeck.
My daughter and I
agreed on humanity's
clusterfuckedness
over fresh walleye
in Delaware Ohio
to Earthgirl's horror,
clusterfuckedness,
not fresh walleye. XTC's
One of the Millions.
I won't be fired
tomorrow. My boss insists
she will nominate
my competent ass
for staff recognition
despite my protests.
My daughter and I
agreed on humanity's
clusterfuckedness
to Earthgirl's horror
in Delaware Ohio
over fresh deep-fried
walleye, and my world
chimed in time like a hand-pulled
church's bell at three
in the morning, like
a last song in a sequence,
like The Morning Fog.
