Minor Inconveniences and Other Existential Crises

For the last two days
I have left my home borough
to go off to events
that have not taken place.

It’s not like I didn’t pay attention.
These were scheduled events
– one a a meeting with professionals –

but in both cases
there was no evidence

that those putting on the events knew
that I existed.

I do exist, right?
I mean, I know I’m speaking out to the void here,
but there is evidence of me somewhere, isn’t there?
If I yell, is there not spittle dripping off of something

in the aftermath?

When I leave the house
I don’t just want to hear faint echoes of my footsteps
I want there to be a reason to leave the house.
Help me out, world.

Damn, I hope there’s someone listening…

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