Whatever I Amount To on a Given Day
 
My thoughts keep streaming
like some Netflix series but duller,
fewer laughs, more trepidation. I am
the B-class actor in my own show.
 
I direct as well, ordering myself
through my sets: living room,
kitchen, bedroom.
But laying down my glasses
and forgetting where is not
in the script. Taking a tumble
will have to be a one-shot scene,
no retakes on that one.
 
On a day when sunlight
shines through the kitchen window,
I aim for comedy, juggle knives
for my audience of plants and cats.
The cats run; the plants stay.
I hoped for applause,
but no blood after the act is a wrap.