what now
to be 27 and realize
You're still not good at anything, yet?
at work and
suddenly laughing
when you notice
regardless
how hard you try
you just can't make yourself care about
any of this
Like the last job
just before you quit
Looking at your hands.
They're absurd, aren't they. Doing this. Laugh at them.
Laugh harder at their dangling veins and
mismatched scars.
Glancing up and remembering the people. Oh them they're still here and
they're wondering why you're laughing and
I don't care about that either.
the laughing winds down
and after a dissonant pause
everyone returns
to where they left off
Looking out the window. It's still funny.
With or without them. Then a sigh.
What am I going to do now.
again.
Ed Makowski writes poems and short stories. In a previous life as Eddie Kilowatt he published two books, "Manifest Density" and "Carrying a Knife into the Gunfight" with . Most of the time Ed lives in Milwaukee and might go to college like every other 28 year old.
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