suggests that maybe it would
do me good
if i volunteered
at something.
get my mind
off of myself, help me to
stop staring
and contemplating
my navel.
like what? i asked her.
oh, i don't know, maybe
ladle soup
down at the shelter.
adopt a road
and pick up trash
along the highway.
join the Peace Corps and go
over seas
to dig latrines.
i sit up on the couch,
and look at her.
what, are you nuts?
i can't believe i'm paying
you for this lame
advice.
there's not a bone in my
body
that wants to volunteer.
now let's get back to my
mother and father
and how they
failed me. okay?
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