I am stripped of my teeth
By human attrition pervading
All of my quadrants
And I want to reach out to my bed-ridden uncle
Who articulated something really memorable
In the card he gave me for my high school graduation
But am surrounded by burned bridges
Like the aftermath of cathartic explosions
Embodying alternative rock songs,
Perhaps anti-carcinogenic
In their own rights.
.
I go to my cousin’s Facebook
And she seems distant and foreign to me
And bringing up any issue will surely precipitate
Wayward thoughts, motives, conceptions, etc.,
And it’s not like I’m weeping for my uncle
But I can’t help but apprehend
Our utter futility in this life as caretakers
And I wonder at my future,
In old age,
How many I’ll curse,
Who,
Where,
Why,
When,
How,
And how da** stale that
Da** Picasso painting will be getting.