when I wish that things were going differently than they are,
and then today
and then today
I have an unsavoury series of events. . .
an eye with a broken blood vessel,
going into work after a half-conversation with a landlord who hangs up on me after telling me he’s heading to a sports event
and that he doesn’t have time
to even hear what I have to say.
Right after I get into work, my boss tells me that my good friend has quit out of nowhere, and now I’m worried.
I run, floating like the breeze on the dinner rush,
until magically, it’s past 11:30.
Over shift drinks with my manager,
we calm down gradually.
The night is over for us.
I head home, and put on “Days of Jazz."
It’s been a while, Miles.
There are certain songs that make me realize that I have so much more than I’ve even hoped for.
It’s kind of like getting slapped in the face with happiness.
I’ll take it.
