Saturdaze

I am uneasy
with today
imagined
in my errands
I think
unsettled
in thoughts
unopened
like week's old mail
rolled up newspapers
in precariously sloppy stacks
by the stuck door
I know there is more
but in line
I am a blankness
without a list

I try my best
in their quick visit
to hold these thoughts bent on leaving me
as soon as they arrive
chunky white pumpkins
like suns with spires
of ribbed light
sit contentedly with their sinless
orange cousins
I am sure they are not sure about me
I am most sure of it

a man in line says I look like
I should be in GQ
I guess I do
unclear why
he says I am coordinated
in my colors
proudly I brush away the dust
on worn blue jeans

walking senselessly to the car
under a noon sun more pumpkin
than not

I become again

mostly

unimagined

JP Pestana October 15, 2016