A Ripe Time For Cider

A Ripe Time For Cider

(homage to Bukowski)

I get complacent with tasteless

Carrots, mealy apples

So quickly.

Waiters forget the drink order, and

Customer service puts me on hold

Longer than it takes to run to the

Corner and scream until hoarse.

The park restroom has been out of

Toilet paper for three weeks.

Car mechanics forget they’re in the

Repair business.

Starbucks forgets my name after

Just having told them my name.

A second time.

Newspaper headlines about D.C.

Make me consider driving to

Desolation Wilderness and jumping

Off a cliff.

But every once in awhile, some

Bad ass like Katelyn Ohashi 

Nonchalantly blows my brain with

Her mid-air flying whatever it’s called

That lands in the splits—

All the while smiling—

It’s enough to keep

Me going a little bit longer.