Today I finally noticed the furniture store
on the corner has been going out of business
for three years according to their chipped
window paint advertising consequential
rock-bottom prices, and forgive me, Father,
but the Christian radio station that keeps
asking for money to stay on the air keeps
claiming to just fall short of their need
while staying on the air asking for money.
Noah spent seventy-five years building
the ark and I applaud the persistence of
obedience and woodwork, but how do
you determine the caloric intake between
feeding and milking, grace and gluttony?
And today the president ordered all U.S.
flags to be flown at half-mast due to the
assassination of the political influencer,
but he seems to like the way they always
wave like taunting after each school
shooting. Tonight ended with a movie for
me as I burrowed my hand into the tub of
popcorn because the top is always too buttery,
and it’s like that sometimes—we show how
much we’re willing to dig to uncover what
satisfies us vs. settling for what we’re being
fed as we forgo napkins and lick our fingers
in satisfaction and defiance.
Daniel Romo's latest book is American Manscape (Moon Tide Press 2026).
