EVERYTHiNG iS A GiFT

At the party,
we are the first to arrive.

After assisting with the mid-centry
chest and placing it in the kitchen,
i am offered a beer.

Giving the story of keeping
the brand in business while
working the LQ in Denver,
we go outside to hang lights
before the others show.

Sushi is ordered
and i’m asked what rolls i’d like.
Taking down the last
of the can, i feel calm—
easy looking into the filaments
entertaining our celebration
and joy despite its fuck all
and divine gift of long life
galvanized in honey, green fig—
a rigor welcomed to the 
slaughter of success.

It isn’t raining, but the air is cool.
All the trees sing 
with a refreshing storm passed, 
Fall coming on strong,
and i can hear close to normal 
from my left ear again.