At this point, I seriously doubt that
I will ever be one of those people
that considers dusting the furniture
occasionally to be of much consequence.
Not that I wouldn't like to be, but at my age,
I don't see it happening.
Remembering to get Christmas cards
mailed on time, or just written, even, should
also probably come off the list of habits
I might spontaneously cultivate.
Actually, I'd say most recognizable forms
of dependability are right out as well.
Unless you are depending on me to not finish
a thoughtful, well-intentioned project,
or to not be able or willing to buy what you're selling.
Put your money down on those, friend.
Sit-ups in the morning, voice lessons,
or ever being the kind of man that
prefers hot tea to boiling black coffee:
I finally confess the obvious truth --
I've never wanted any of you badly enough.
Goodbye.
There are a few other things I'd like to
officially cast off in the crooked wake
of my life, already littered with what
I might have been or done and little
busted bits and chips of this body and soul.
They include:
a deep love of raw vegetables, especially carrots;
being a reasonable man;
juggling;
cherishing brevity above all else;
being who she calls in a crisis;
choosing tasteful, coordinated clothing;
always knowing the score;
flossing;
fixing it.
