i seem to have forgotten
the mallet again - i need
it to bang out the error i
made - a miscalculation
of height and depth. i’m
not good at reaching such
abrasive mathematical
consolations. so many
have died this past year
there’s not enough time
to go and visit the dead
some i don’t even know
where they are planted
this mallet will help take
out the kink in the metal
awning so recklessly put
by me in a moment of not
anger, not disappointment
just that life is too short to
keep a score card
mallet
