maybe I could
be your store greeter.
smile and stare through
you. maybe I could
be the person who sends
positive soundwaves into
your skull. maybe that
would balance the scales
of goodness and we'd both
see heaven. maybe those
gates open and the sales
are finally worth it for
you and me. maybe then
we'll be saved from whatever
life has made of us. for
us. maybe I was born for that.
meanwhile, I just burned breakfast. again.
maybe, I'm sorry for that too.