when you decide
not to isolate
any longer
& a bird shits
on your
ice cream cone
as you walk
along the midway
at the state fair
so you take out
your pocket knife
& slice away
about an inch
off the top scoop
& a security guard
pulls their gun
& tells you
to drop the knife
& to get on
the ground?
& as you
lie face first
in the bird shit
laced ice cream
how clearly
you can see
the meaning
of life.
