This Life
by Jeffrey Zable
The problem with it is that too many things can go wrong
when you least expect it, from a gust of wind blowing a wasp
into your mouth while you’re on your way to the market
to buy a loaf of bread, to tripping on a three-quarter inch
sliver of poodle shit that an elderly lady missed because her eyesight
is no longer what it used to be. It’s a precarious journey any way
you look at it and even though the safest place to be is probably in bed,
there is always the possibility you could turn the wrong way,
fall to the floor and crack open your skull,
wind up in the hospital with bills that your insurance company
refuses to pay because it was your own damn fault—
like being born in the first place. . .
I like this, it’s funny
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