the end

i don't quite
understand the word
retirement. it's
a strange concept
at any age, especially
this one. are there
enough eggs saved.
enough gas in the
tank to get you to
the checkered flag,
probably not, and
where in florida
would you like to
prop your feet up
and nap the day away
with old people you
don't know. i want
to be around the ones
i do know, and when
they're gone, well,
that's enough.
retirement, i don't
think so, i'd rather
let the candle melt
all the way to the
bottom, every drop
burned and melted,
shedding light in
this strange dark
room until the end.