I WAS KICKING THE SHIT

I was kicking the shit

out of my

appetite

for

elementary,

listening to Kris

Davis play the piano

like

a panda

wearing plaid

in Patagonia improper,

when my phone

made a sound

that

meant

I had a voicemail,

before making the sound

that meant I had

a call.

I was basically

me, after

all.