A Good Friend

The Fender guitar sits in its stand day after day, month after month

never getting picked up or picked on or handled or dusted

it even stands in the way occasionally

but I would feel lost without it constantly reminding me

pricking my conscience to do something higher nobler

than wasting time watching television

saying that if I won’t play it

then I should at least write study read learn create

My beautiful guitar sits in its stand day after day

Tears in My Tuna

lunching on

tuna salad sandwiches

while viewing

Undercover Boss re-runs

on Netflix

the “Herschend Family Entertainment”

episode

emotionally charged

can’t watch shows like this

while eating

end up crying

into my food

mingling

tuna and tears