He’s an animist.
Simply because he knows
that objects are alive.
Daily, in meditation,
he remembers to thank them
for their service.
He talks to them like pets.
Tried to feed them,
but it is difficult to find something
a wheelbarrow might eat.
Oil seemed like a good idea,
but it was hard to tell.
It was less the cold than the swelling.
He was 30 pounds heavier since his last arrest.
Living large on identity theft and forgery.
The arresting officer recognized him right away.
“Been a while, Paulie. How’s the wife and kids?”
“Good, thanks. Little Johnny’s playin’ baseball.”
“Hey, could you put my jacket over my head?”