Interior View
When there is nothing left to think
about today, I draw a picture
of my new titanium hip. It comes out
looking like Camano Island.
After that, I find a stale fortune
cookie under the refrigerator.
“You are/are not an island,”
it says. “Circle one.”
There are no lucky numbers.
[LSS, 3/1/26]
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