IT’S GOOD FOR YOU
I was sure that malted milk was good for you.
I am almost certain it isn’t, but I could be wrong.
In any event, one of us is wrong. Malted milk could
be good for you and I would be right, malted milk
could be bad for you and I would be wrong. Also:
malted milk might not exist, it might be one of those
things that you make up in a dream, like a girl that
comes across the room and says “A cherry danish
is what you need right now” as though she doesn’t
have a doubt in the world and the funny thing is -
you don’t either, nor does the aforementioned
cherry danish. So it could be just like that, only
where she said “danish”, just substitute “malted
milk” and add “it’s good for you” and then add
“I am your mother, I should know” and then respond
“No thank you, I thought you were someone else”
and then conclude with “he walked away quickly
without turning back, hungry and thirsty” just
the sort of thing that makes you long for more.
I like the old man who doesn’t pretend it is harder to jump on his bicycle
than it was thirty years ago and instead just grunts really loud like this
HHHHUUWWWW and then goes really fast on his bicycle as though
all of it was part of the plan, which it was. Is. Getting old is a plan.
It’s super secret and fun. There’s a cool clubhouse. And a password.
No kids allowed. I have a gun.
I love to look at the picture of you in front of the watch repair store in 1951
and forgive you for not calling me in sixty years. I know it’s not your fault.
You just lost track of the time.
Ricky Garni writes and draws in Carrboro, North Carolina. Over the last twenty years, he has produced thirty books of poetry, ranging from the one page A PERFECT DAY to MAYBE WAVY and OK YOU CAN STOP NOW, both of which are over 500 pages long. On the back of OK you can find the following blurb from writer Emily Cooper: “You idiot! All your poems are stupid and about nothing in particular! “