i'm sorry but i can't make it

i cancel

seventeen meetups.

what was i thinking.

tuesday,

wednesday.

sunday even. the day

of rest.

i can't drive to Berryville,

or Timonium 

or Charlestown

anymore.

i'm done, cooked,

fried,

beaten and exhausted

by short and round

by bone thin

with frowns.

married with children.

growing turnips

on a farm.