i was in san francisco
for seventeen minutes
and i got so worried
that i could not write a poem
for three weeks.

but today i listened to
pavarotti singing nessun dorma
and when he sang vincerò
i fully recovered
and wrote this poem.

like all old people
i know that the world
is getting shittier.

and if everyone
just listened to me
everything would be better.

i also know
this is not true,
but i have no alternative.