bring the whipped cream

i wake

up and decide it's time to

start giving back,

although

for the life of me i can't think

of a single thing

that's been

given to me.

not from anyone.

parent, child, sibling,

or friend.

but i go down

to the local hospital

just the same.

my skills are limited,

i'm very nervous

around babies

and old people,

and faint at the sight

of needles

or blood

so they find a spot

for me

in the cafeteria.

i'm in the kitchen now

filling

little paper

cups with strawberry jello.

stop by sometime.

bring the whipped cream.