The drunk woman
sitting next to me in the park
in the midst of the day
told me to buy Centipede stock
which is strange
because my drunk friend Christie
was just yesterday complaining
about a centipede
in her place.

I am not one who is much for coincidences
so I called my stockbroker
who was also drunk
and ordered up a hundred shares of the stock
which he claimed did not not exist
but I complained and I demanded
quite belligerently, I might add,
and finally
my broker relented.

So I’m waiting
for my ship to come in on this stock
when I remember: the drunk woman said Caterpillar
not Centipede
and now I have to call my broker back
but I can’t find my phone
or remember the broker’s number
or name
and now I’m beginning to wonder
if I dreamed up Christie, too.

It’s been a strange sort of day.
Also: I’ve been drinking.
Did I mention that?