“Full hands.”

Those vegetables.

They claim being in the here and now should be one’s highest aim.

Where else have I been?

Even in boredom.

I’m here.

In anger.

I’m here.

Praying for a merciful death atop the toilet voiding my bowels violently. I’m here.

I’ve been here.

Waiting.

While you fritter.

Waiting.

When you finally settle.

I’ll be gone.