What did you do?

I often wonder what I did

to end up right here, right now—

with galvanized fences

and old brick buildings

whose knocked in windows

go untouched, like they never mattered.

What did you do?

I don’t know, but I must’ve

ticked off a couple of angels

because the last time anyone

saved me, it was as a number

in their phone. They don’t even call it—

it’s just there under their

Good Samaritan license.

What did you do?

I might have done a few things

but no cop ever took note,

then again, I have more brain cells

than those nimrods who reinact

Beavis and Butthead, but who knows.

I might just be a modern day Elmer Fudd.