Why is it—I'm
never able to do
anything
for the last time?
Buying
groceries, empty-
ing
the garbage,
and
forgiving you
all come to
mind.
*
I know—
there's a catch,
there are rules
in this
sandbox of a universe,
where
Entropy's parents (who
payed for
the place)
left him there
to play—to sift and prod
and fling
the grit
beneath our feet around
with all the
ghoulish tense exuberance
of a kid with
anorexia.
*
But goddamn—just
once,
when you
brush
a
tooth or a
toilet or
something, don't you
wish too?
that
it would—
stay brushed?
