The pressing matters of the day
are as important as potato salad;
get the mayonnaise right
and the rest falls into place.
You’d think my water bill would be
a little lower
washing my hands under an assumed name.
You’re only as clean
as your dirtiest member.
Relay teams and shipwrights
with quadriplegic anchors.
I left my mind somewhere between psychosis
and Santa Rosa.
Leveled thumbs line the interstate
like track lighting for the soul.