You’re a real piece of work, y’know that?
A series of structures.
You’re a collection of public works
made in tandem
offering evidence of some kind of intelligent design
a purpose
a plan
some sort of sublime intent to The Universe
that all of this
all around us
means something.

You’re the kind of creature
that provides proof
that we have meaning here
– at least you do –
but if you take one more of my onion rings
when I’m up getting the vinegar
that you asked for
I swear
there is gonna be a reckoning.

Even still
you’re really something.