Knee
A bare knee, a framed photo on the wall.
Images all over the place, mind race.
Look out today’s window, sitting, staring at a spider web, and wonder.
Arm hair, same as it used to be, all those years ago.
Take a drink, think, frozen pizza, Powerade, nuts, and caramel corn.
Born of jazz phrasing.
Hear it out loud while proud of being alive.
Take a call and be bored, snore a while.
Give time to a non-profit then home to water plants.
Watch an old movie and CNN.
Drink and think.
Try to sleep, wake up before the sun, take a piss,
hope you don’t miss a few hours more.
Up at noon, watch a cartoon or “Emergency” on COVID TV.
It’s not a crisis, of course, just an old show.
But what a show.
And, man, what a knee.
Chris Callard
Chris Callard lives in Long Beach, CA. His poems have appeared in Beach Chair Press, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry, Spillwords, The Writing Disorder, Ariel Chart, Witcraft, Cadence Collective, and One Sentence Poems. His short fiction in 10 by 10 Flash Fiction Stories, Maudlin House, Friday Flash Fiction, Bright Flash Literary Review, Witcraft, Ariel Chart, Gemini Magazine, Flash Fiction Magazine, A Story in 100 Words, and ZZyZxWriterZ. His work has been nominated for Best of the Net and Best Small Fictions.