Misters

Saturdays always scared me a little, I used to think

Now I know it was just anxiety

for all the things my brain never wanted to handle

like making pancakes in a toaster.

It never made much sense.

Some of my current friends eat pills for anxiety.

White round pills in cartons or plastic cylinders.

And I have another espresso with the bat of an eyelash.

To think that I used to play guitar with my socks and spatulas.

What an irrational process of life.