Birthdays

When people talk about how I'm so disconnected from my friends and family, have low expectations and such, I like to point to the fact that I'm an only child but neither of my parents can manage to remember when my birthday is. And then I walk away, chugging from a bottle of wine a la Jessica Chastain:

It would be sad, but at 43 years old it's just comically stupid at this point.

A Poem From March 26th 2019

I saw someone on the street who looked like you today.
And then I remembered that you are dead
and could not be on 50th & 7th crossing the road wearing red, high-top sneakers.
And also that you never would have worn red, high-top sneakers.