Thankfulness
by Daniel Gallik
I got nothing to say about “Luck Be A Lady”
tonight. Nothing. Eremy brought his switch
to the living room and slapped the couch
hard, said, I got nothing to say at all.
His wife was still sleeping, reading the news,
sleeping again, and nothing else. Kid was
in the garage making bombs, reading books
about blowing things up. Nothing at all
was happening at the Olsted’s big house.
The dog was dead in the basement. Nothing
else was occurring. The U.S. was reaching for
a new fight. The economy was improving.
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