It sucks that you lost your job
she said
but at least you have your health.

I almost asked
if she actually said that
but I knew she did.

You have your health
she said
and you have your writing.
You have your health
and your writing
and you’ve got some family that loves you.

And no one else
I thought
but
instead of speaking
kept my counsel
and encouraged her to continue.

Your health
she said
your words
some family and friends who love you
and the property from some dead white man.
She was right.
I was not forsaken.
Not entirely.

Health, wealth, words and woved ones
she said.
You’ve got all that
and that swinging dick between your legs
which
small as it is
she added
is your cosmic key to the kingdom.
That thing lets you in
just about anywhere.

So maybe it’s not so bad
she said.
Maybe
I agreed.
Plus
she said
there’s a girl around here
who’s willing to talk to you now and then.
Shame about the job, though
she said.

I looked at her for a minute.
What job?